Going to the bottle bank used to be a pleasure and a real boost to my ego.
There used to be open bins, and you heaved your plastic box up to the lip and sent your glass cascading down in a very satisfying crash of broken bottles. There was a sense that here is a man [...]
I thought it was time to introduce a few more of the new neighbours.
Mr. & Mrs. Golightly, who never had any children, lavish all their love and attention on the garden. Most of the time they live in complete harmony, dead-heading, weeding and trimming, although there was a bit of a kerfuffle the other day [...]
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