Just chuck it. . . . .anywhere

 Good Morning.

I try and do my bit to keep our village tidy. Take my litter picking stick and a bag out with me whenever I have got an hour or two to spare. The village itself doesn't get too messy, but further afield on the roads that lead in and out, we seem to have a fresh plague of fly tipping. Add the takeaway wrappings and drinks cans which are tossed from passing cars, it can get a bit out of hand. 

This picture is from a video which found it's way to my screen. The place, Digbeth in Birmingham. What a filthy mess. There are flats and houses close by. How can people live near this. How do they tolerate walking past this every time they leave their front door. 

I suspect there are similar scenes in most major cities. People move into a new place, they accumulate some items they need to furnish it, they move out and the landlord then has to clear the flat or house ready for the next tenant. Dodgy house clearance man and van cart the stuff off and dump it where ever they can. Usually in a quiet lane under the cover of darkness. Our island is turning into a shit hole.

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There are a keen group of litter pickers in Scunthorpe, doing their best to clear the worst of it away. The Council supply the red bags, and they are left in a prominent position to be collected by the Council workers. 

Now I am going to have my breakfast and go out, because the sun is shining.

Have an absolutely brilliant weekend. Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona