Ahh, Le Weekend… to coin a phrase nicked from us by the French.
Just because we nicked cul-de-sac from them.
Le tit pour la tat.
Or, should it be la tit pour le tat… what with tits being feminine and all?
I dunno.
Anyway… it was a good weekend because – despite the very blowy weather brought on by storm Kathy, I managed to get the bike out for a few hours, for the first time this year.
Saturday was a couple of hours up and down the A5, just to blow away the cobwebs. And then on Sunday, I met up with a couple of mates and we headed out for breakfast at one of our favourite biker cafés on the A10. It was still a bit chilly, but my heated jacket did a marvelous job of keeping me toasty.
And we weren’t alone: it was packed in there. I could barely hear myself think, as I tucked in to my Set 1 Breakfast – sausage, bacon, egg, beans and fried slice all washed down with a cup of slosh. Marvelous!
As we rode along some of the country lanes though, I found myself dismayed at the amount of fly-tipping… it seems to be getting worse. Rubbish everywhere. These people should be strung up!
Sunday afternoon, Mrs M and I decided to go out for a Sunday roast at a pub in the village up the road. To get there, we went along some of those very same country lanes that I’d travelled in the morning on my bike, but this time we were in her car.
Parked in a lay-by on one of these lanes where there was a lot of fly-tipped rubbish, was a black Astra. It’s boot was open and I could see lots of black bags full of rubbish, stowed in the back. A man and a woman appeared to be dumping their rubbish here. I wound down the car window so that I could hurl some abuse at them as we passed.
But then, as we got closer, I noticed they weren’t dumping rubbish at all… on the contrary, they were wearing rubber gloves and were picking up the rubbish and bagging it and then putting it in their car… to take to the tip, I assume.
Rather than hurl abuse, I leaned out of the window and gave them a round of applause as we went past.
There are some bloody idiots out there, but there are some damn-right heroes as well.
This day and age TITS are not just feminine but any gender you can think of.
Glad to hear the bike had an airing.
Like a lot of people I guess the more that volunteers do to clear up, help out etc the less the government will do to rectify the problems. (other soap boxes are available)
🙂
Not sure if there is any more that the govt/councils can do.
I mean, they’ve put up signs telling people not to.
Tits! Other birds are available. I love tits. Big tits, little tits, crested tits. Not so much the bearded tits though. I need to get the bike out. I need to find the time to get the bike out. I need the weather to buck its ideas up. Tits!
Blue tits are quite common… in this weather.
Find the time? You seem to be forgetting that you are retired!
Ah, les Frogs. Still piqued about Agincourt.
I’d rather like a heated jacket. Why don’t they make these at department stores?
I’ve noticed there’s a lot of fly-tipping too. It’s outrageous. We need more terminators on the streets to get rid of such pond-life.
Well done those people! They have people in villages here called Wombles that spend there spare time doing such things. No, I’m not being facetious, they really do!
Heated apparel is available on that there Amazon site.
Reasonably priced, too. Dunno how good it is.
Wombles? My favourite was Tobermory. Nowadays, I’m more into Toblerone.
Using the tip is much easier.. Not sure why fly tipping