Yesterday we accompanied Helena out into the back lane to collect, what I suspect should have been, an emptied bin. It appears that no sooner had it been emptied, someone had come along and placed their rubbish in it.
I have since learnt that this act is called ‘fly-tipping’, which seems an odd term as, after pulling out the offending rubbish sacks, accompanied by noises of agitation, Helena went on to emanate a mild distress call, and tipped the bin on its side to allow, can you believe it, a distant cousin of ours to scamper out.
Would ‘rat-tipping’ not be more a more appropriate a term?
The poor soul was terrified and scurried off into a neighbouring backyard, so we didn’t have an opportunity to discuss our family links. Who knows, he may return.
Many phone calls followed this event – so it must have be an important one.
Romula and Rema
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