Twice a year on a Sunday, my local council arranges a hard rubbish collection day.
For nosey parkers like me, it’s a wonderful opportunity to legitimately rifle through neighbours’ rubbish as they leave it on the kerb for collection.
A few years back, hard rubbish day saw footpaths transformed into makeshift outdoor loungerooms as new-looking lounge suites, televisions, lamps, throw rugs and cushions - unwanted, but in pristine working order - were relegated to the street.
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