I heard of someone who bought a new appliance of some sort and thought he'd try and save himself a trip to the tip. So he put the old one in the packaging that the new one came in and left it by the front door. It was gone in no time.
When my youngest son moved from Camberwell to Hampshire we helped him load the van and anything he didn't want was immediately scooped up by the vultures watching. I reckon if I hadn't been standing guard all his stuff would have vanished!
In our area, if you want some useful junk 'nicked', you leave it outside the front fence. If it hasn't gone in a couple of days, it really is useless junk so it goes in the bin or whatever.
Six or seven years ago I got a bulk order of chipped bark. Got them to drop 8 of the bags at my gable end and the rest round the back. The gable end is open to a footpath that runs past. I went out a few days later to find only 3 bags. Twas a mystery until I got a knock at my door a couple of days later. It was the caretaker of a block of flats(now gone) about 200yds away. 'Are you missing chipped bark?' he said. How he knew it was me was another mystery. Anyway, a gang of young tauregs, on their way home from the park(lots of cheap cider etc), had taken the bags and emptied them onto the lift floor!!! The caretaker discovered it in the morning and had to shovel it all into black bags!!!
And then there was the young lad a few months ago (in his twenties!) whom I caught breaking a big branch off my flowering azalea - to take to his mum!!
And the kids who picked the heads off my tulips and left them lying on the footpath. And the kids a few years ago who threw stones at my garage door every Friday night around midnight - that went on for over a year - door is now badly dented all over.
And I live in a small village!!
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CCTV camera Hogweed. Out of reach but not out of site. Fairly cheap these days.
Possum is having bovver with an inconsiderate flatmate who has developed a new "amour" who works as a controller for the RER in Paris but, it seems, is frightened of electricity. Won't turn on lights, ovens, iron, washing machine or anything to do with a socket or switches and yet he happily spends hours glued to a PC screen playing games....... He's also scared stiff of animals so screamed when her hamster crawled onto his shirt from the flatmate's lap. If I thought more of said flatmate I'd have given her some tips on men and ironing as she was doing his shirts and trousers the morning I left Namur.
It seems in Paris he takes his stuff to a laundry service and now has hundreds of wire hangers he doesn't know what to do with. How stupid can you get? Definitely not a keeper.
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"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
That reminds me of several years ago when my children were young, we bought a new (artificial ) Christmas tree and put the old one outside the front gate with a note on that the children had written "please give me a new home". Down the road a family lived with 5 children, the youngest 2 ( about 5 and 7 years old ) walked past and stopped to look at it and walked on. A few minutes later they came back with an older one, then a few minutes after that with another, then another until all the children had been and looked. That evening the father (I presume ) came and took it. It was so comical to watch.
At our Allotments when someone takes over a plot we used to get a skip to allow them to get rid of the accumulated rubbish. We had to stop because people were bringing items in from home to put in it. It must have been plotholders as it was behind locked gates. Then people started to leave scrap metal outside the gates, it was usually gone in a matter of days, but the council stopped us- threatening to charge us for fly tipping! Can't win.
We used to have a 'village skip' here. It was an annual event. The local waste disposal company would turn up at the main car park with a big skip and notices went out to say anyone who had stuff they wanted to get rid of could bring it for free disposal. It was like a fete. People coming along with old stuff, other people taking it away, the skip men putting stuff aside they would sell later and the skip itself was usually actually several skip loads. And all sorts hanging about outside the pub next door, keeping an eye out for particular things they wanted. The Parish Council paid for it. Much cheaper than dealing with fly tipping.
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And then there was the young lad a few months ago (in his twenties!) whom I caught breaking a big branch off my flowering azalea - to take to his mum!!
And the kids who picked the heads off my tulips and left them lying on the footpath.
And the kids a few years ago who threw stones at my garage door every Friday night around midnight - that went on for over a year - door is now badly dented all over.
And I live in a small village!!
Possum is having bovver with an inconsiderate flatmate who has developed a new "amour" who works as a controller for the RER in Paris but, it seems, is frightened of electricity. Won't turn on lights, ovens, iron, washing machine or anything to do with a socket or switches and yet he happily spends hours glued to a PC screen playing games....... He's also scared stiff of animals so screamed when her hamster crawled onto his shirt from the flatmate's lap. If I thought more of said flatmate I'd have given her some tips on men and ironing as she was doing his shirts and trousers the morning I left Namur.
It seems in Paris he takes his stuff to a laundry service and now has hundreds of wire hangers he doesn't know what to do with. How stupid can you get? Definitely not a keeper.
Can't win.
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
”You can do as you like, sir. It’s your house.”