| Comment | I live across from a local park, and try when it's dry to go over with a binbag& gloves and pick up as much as I can. And then the schoolkids walk through at their next lunchbreak and chuck more noodle pots everywhere. and at weekend the local neds think its funny to smash a bottle or two in the playpark bit so I end up going over with a brush and dustpan to try and clear the worst of it up, so that when my pre-schooler falls off her balance bike she lands on the playground foam, not a smashed Buckie bottle.
I must look a right weirdo and I'm totally turning into my mum, but I can't stand looking out my window at empty MD2020 bottles and bloody red Koka pots everywere. |
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