Well I knew it happened with skips...

I went outside on Saturday morning to bring in the milk as usual and discovered two things.

Number One: We've managed to offend our neighbourhood fox who had displayed his contempt by shatting foursquare on the middle of the doormat.

Number Two: Someone has deposited a very nice, oversized terracotta plant pot in our council recycling box.

Now I expect the odd banana skin or a McDonalds carton but a whole terracotta pot? Maybe the depositor felt that we, the depositees, could do with a bit of foliage in our front garden? I concede the point as it is, at present, filled to the brim with our old kitchen which was ripped from the house the week before last.

Disconcerting Telephone Banter

"...No wait a minute...it's very firm...No, it's quite sturdy...Put your foot there!...Now which hand do you want to use?..."

Well it made me titter.

If I didn't know they were attempting to cross a particularly boggy patch of path on a country walk that conversation could have been taken quite out of context you know missus.