Where are you? Why do you hide?
Where is that trail of rubbish that leads by your side?
Just like the binraker goes in search of his dream of gold,
I search for rubbish, for something to have and hold,
I’ve seen your trash in a thousand dreams,
Felt your touch and it always seems….

That’s my adaption of ‘Moonraker’ first verse from one of the Bond themes.

So, why this ? Well, I’ve been doing a clearout of the house in preparation for the pending move. What ends up is a medium sized rubbish bag at the front of the driveway (awaiting collection). I joked the other day that people would be looking through it and taking things. Well tonight…

Drive up and I spot someone going through the bag (late 50’s carrying dog). Wait for a few seconds and then get out the car. I found it kind of amusing and was happy to have someone take something if it was of value. However…

WHAT I WASN’T EXPECTING WAS A CRITIQUE OF WHAT I HAD LEFT RUBBISH WISE !!

What a Cambridge thing ! Rather than simply ask ‘would you mind if I had a look through’, this ****** (add expletive of choice) decides to critique a 4-gang extension that I have disposed of and ask why I threw it out ! Of course that triggered a nerve and I ended up having a go at him (great stress relief after a long 7AM-7PM day I can tell you), pointing out that I took exception to someone critiquing my decision to throw rubbish out.

I politely told him (well actually I didn’t) to get off my land. He then replies “I have long arms” and put his hand back into the bag to which I replied “and if you take anything I will call the police”.

I find the rudeness of people really bad around here. What made him think he had the right to critique what I had thrown out ?

How I long to live at the end of a private road and have absolutely nobody bother me – and it is with in sight !