Victor Meldrew - may he rest in peace

The BBC have just started a re-run of the 1990s
TV sitcom, One Foot in the Grave. The main
characters were Victor Meldrew, a Mr Negative,
who was forcibly retired from work and who
moaned about everything in life, and his long
suffering wife, Margaret, who had to put up with
his rants.
I've watched a couple of the early episodes,
during which Victor complained about the litter
in his garden. "I counted two Twix wrappers in
our garden this morning," he complained to his
wife. "Where do they all come from? Planet Twix?"

I too complain from time to time about the amount
of rubbish people leave behind in our street...
empty MacDonald's cartons, cigarette packets,
crisp packets, beer cans, etc, etc.. Oh, and the
occasional used condom .... not very nice. Most
Friday mornings I spend about 20 minutes clearing
all the rubbish, just before the bin men come.
The neighbours cheer me on! "You've missed a bit
there!" said one of them, leaning out her car
window as she was driving by.

Fortunately we're not prone to doggy doos - in our
neighbourhood, the dog owners are good at clearing
the stuff up. In our last house (a Victorian
gatehouse in Nottingham, not far away from where
we are now), a passing car driver threw out poo
parcels in small poly bags. The poos were all
neatly wrapped in half sheets of tabloid newspaper,
but they were not so nice to clear up when another
car ran over them and squashed them flat. We
thought the poos were probably human in origin,
as they didn't smell like doggy doos (hope you're
not eating anything at the moment). A family friend
thought that the culprit might have been autistic,
to account for such behaviour. Fortunately for us
we haven't had any poo parcels our way.
If my daughter L. were to read this, she'd say,
"Get a life"!