This morning the sun is shining and I woke myself up. What - no lorries! Mysteriously quiet, even at the 8.00 am "get set, go!". I left for work at peace and wondering what I might find on my return. I noted the ease with which I manouvred out of my road and as I drove past Alice's rubble, taking a mental picture of it, I wondered if it would still be there when I got home. Against all logic, and quite unexpectedly, I started to feel a sense of (almost) excitement. This is a surprise.
On my way home I started to wonder again what I would find and was a little disappointed to drive into the same peace and quiet that I drove out of this morning. Alice's rubble is on a bend, so I couldn't see it right away. But then I am there and the excitement really starts. First, I notice the car, parked outside of the big metal fences that they put up for health, safety and security (I am reliably informed). It's not a developer's car (too old and not a Porsche, Jenson or Ferrari - I know I risk sounding a touch avaricious, but I am only reporting facts!). Then I notice that something has happened to the rubble. It's organised! Large piles of broken brick, wood, glass and what I can only describe as "sundries" are neatly stacked where the great pile of general debris was this morning. I am impressed! Now I am looking for a motive. I cannot really believe that they are "green", so it must be money. On reflection, I suppose the two are not mutually exclusive, so I imagine Alice's old bungalow is about to be recycled.
Now to the really good bit! Indoors the answerphone is bleeping and I have a message to ring the planning enforcement office. Impressed again! I call immediately, and guess what? The planning officer is out on a site visit to see for himself! The car! I rush out to grab him, but too late - he has gone. I have to wait till tomorrow ...
"Alice's organised rubble through the big metal fence"
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