My Wake Up -call -Image per Photo by James Day on Unsplash I am up early this morning because it's garbage day. My poor garbage men have been backing and filling out there for almost an hour and have done two return runs because I didn't put my bin out last night. Having paid the electrician and my usual gang of thieves, I am broke four days after pay day and back on the two minute noodle diet which I enjoyed (?) all through Russia and Iceland, so I only had one small rubbish bag this week - hardly worth the effort of shlepping the bin to the street. So sorry guys, but it is nice to know I am missed. At least I won't be like the eccentric millionaires you read about who is found only weeks after his or her death, because his/her cats are starting to prowl the streets. I don't even have a cat, so it's nice to know the garbage men are there. It's such a shame. Here I am surrounded by cafes, theatres and cinemas, dress shops having sales, book shops closing do...
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