The street is a wasteland littered with the battered carcasses
and discarded leftovers of the weekend roast.
Tin cans roll like tumbleweed down this quiet cul-de-sac as the heart of the black bin liner is ripped
open and Mr Fox and arch rival Kitty Cat drag their loot from this bountiful
swag bag leaving its innards and guts strewn all around like a scene from a
horror movie.
By way of payment for your magnificent hospitality, a
generous deposit will be left in the middle of your driveway or path as a tip
albeit less of a monetary, more of a squishy kind.
And as the sun rises our party guests will vanish quietly to
whence they came and pedestrians will pick their way through the debris of the
banquet that raged just hours before , cursing those who couldn’t leave putting
their rubbish bags out till bin collection day dawned .
GIRL FROM THE NECK DOWN - MEDWAY MESSENGER COLUMN
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