This morning, on the way to the flat to await deliveries which didn't come, the whole town smelled of school lavatories: the dogshit brigade had come with their motorised infantry to mop up and sweep away the dog turds. Don't know where it goes: the amounts are colossal. Maybe Britain has a contract for retreatment, like for nuclear waste.
Speaking of dogs and crap dogs, I saw a chav unsuccessfully trying to pull his pitbull off a poodle: the hound had picked it up and was scrunching its bones - ghastly sound which brought the whole street out to watch. Poodle owner was glad not to be jawed so just picked up what remained of his mutt and ran off...
The crap day refers to waiting in the freezing flat for delivery of boxes from Scotland. I had been over-optimistic that they would come in the morning, thus freeing me for the afternoon. Naturally, they didn't come, so I was trapped, facing a lingering death by starvation and hypothermia.
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