.... but earlier this morning the bell went and I opened the door to a large pierced, tattooed gentleman ... who asked if I would like him to relieve me of the old tumble drier he'd noticed in my garden from the main road?
Now I'm sure that paints the picture of a garden belonging to Hyacinth Bucket's in-laws ... but it hasn't been there long and I don't have a moss covered caravan/Cortina Mk11 (yellow)/mangle/fierce dog on a chain keeping it company ... I was about to call the council to remove it but it's £15 for up to 3 items and I was trying to gather the other 2 to make it VFM !! ... I digress ...
So LPTG (large pierced, tattooed gentleman) explained he was a scrap merchant ... I dithered a bit and then said ... "Sure - fill your boots) closed the door and he pootled off to the side of the house .... I then got a bit worried and flew out of the back door ... "Need a hand?" (as if - I'm a martyr to my discs)just to make sure he wasn't casing the joint .... it was then i realised the shed door was open and all contents were in full view of LPTG ....
Contents being .... 2 freezers, 2 booze fridges, 1 x tumble drier (new), cases of wine, beer etc ... brace of pheasants hanging from ceiling ( freak me out in the dark!) and the usual sheddy type things ... bicycles, power tools, crap etc ...
So now I'm convincing myself he's going to come round in the night to raid the shed ... or worse....
Now for all I know his name's Tarquin and prior to becoming a scrap metal merchant he studied at the Bar, grows wild orchids and is a member of the RSPB and National Trust, enjoys fell walking and brass rubbing in his spare time and devotes every Sunday afternoon to his mother and Great Aunt Clarissa stitching samplers ....
So have I judged a book by it's cover? Have I become a bigotted old harridan? Am I in fact being unreasonable?