The Bin

It's gone. It should be standing by the lamp-post on the corner of the street - and if I don't get it back, I face a fixed penalty for not being in proper charge of council property. In my area, we put out the rubbish the night before Collection Day.  The kind of ritual that… Continue reading The Bin

Scent

There are mushrooms at the bottom of my garden.  Not the fairy-friendly type of fungus, with neat spotted roofs on stalks  - but fat white cancerous clumps pushing their way through the chippings of bark to the surface.  They smell of damp and decay and they weren't there before. You can't turn your back for… Continue reading Scent