I have great sympathy for my neighbour. Their family is in turmoil because one of them has been re-hospitalised due to a psychotic episode, an ongoing problem that they’ve faced several times in the past few years. I help out with the children as best I can without being a nosy-parker neighbour (driving kids to school, picking up odds and ends at the supermarket for them when asked, etc.). But this problem with their rubbish has been going on for years, and I can’t tell you how much it annoys me. On the evening before bin day, they put their bags at the verge, which attracts foxes and cats and mice (and rats probably) to scavange through it all night long. Come morning, the bags are pecked open and then the seagulls and magpies come it to finish off the bag’s contents and spread revolting, mucky stuff all across my lawn. The birds pick up chicken bones, fly off and then drop them in my garden where Molly finds them. Sometimes it’s a real tussle to get the bones out of her mouth. Chicken bones are deadly for dogs. I’ve mentioned this problem to the neighbours, asked that they leave their bags in the bins so the animals and birds can’t get at them, but all my requests fall on deaf ears … and they aren’t even deaf.
I just thought I’d unload this irksome problem in the hope that I’d feel better and be more tolerate. It is afterall Christmas….