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Friday, 25 December 2020

Scowling I stalked along...


the river Teme.  stepping out for a walk on a cold, crisp and clear Christmas afternoon I was confronted with this...


Dozens and dozens of dog ends, coffin nails,call them what you will.  The cottage adjoining us is an Airbnb without a garden, the visitors sit on the doorstep, smoking in this case.  Now as I stepped/stomped (delete the word to suit) out, smoke by way of a new Pope being chosen was emanating from my chimney.  The phrases that came to mind were not 

#Tis the season to be jolly tra la la la la la la#... but that not so well known  carol... 

#You don’t sh*t on your own doorstep, just save it for a festive trip to Ludlow, la la la la la la#

Marching through the chilly afternoon I plotted my revenge... I know, I will sweep them up and post them through the door, that seems suitably charitable in this time of being kind to all men.

On arrival home I took a photograph and decided to go in have a warming mug of tea and try to find my spirit of good cheer, peace to all men and all that jazz.  Oddly all is not lost and there is room in the inn, just remember you are entering a no smoking environment.

What would you have done?


14 comments:

  1. Put out a coffee can with some sand for their nasty butts. I smoked many many years ago and whenever I finished a cig outside, I would smash it into the dirt and make sure it was out and put in a tissue and either found a trash bin or put it in a baggie I kept in my pocket. It's a filthy habit and I hated seeing cig butts more than anyone else. Or pile them up and light a match - worse smell in the world is old filters and cig butts. Yeuck! Ranee (MN) USA

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    1. They were thin little roll ups with a gash of red lipstick.

      LX

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  2. What would I do? It doesn't matter what I'd do as I'm quitting your blog. your vocabulary has become too stupid to continue. "Salmon of the smoked" just how ridiculous can you get. your attempt to be clever doesn't work for me.
    Daft old biddy comes to mind.

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    1. Hey chickenshit who cares if you quitting her blog or not, we don't care! Playing with words is fun... so bugger off and be a miserable fart if you like!

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    2. Thanks Moni! Always good to have you as my prop forward!?!

      LXX

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  3. Post them through the door, but make sure you aren't seen. Middle of the night? Mask and hoodie pulled up.
    There is a " corner shop" just down the road that I walk past with the dog, and the owner spends a lot of time standing on the step smoking, and just chucking his fag ends on the ground around the entrance to the shop. One of these days I shall tell him in no uncertain terms that it puts me right off going into his shop as it makes it look filthy! ( I never go in there anyway but he might not know that!) Hope your Xmas Day was a nice one. Just me and hub and the dog here. Zoomed with the sons and families in the morning.

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    1. My anger has cooled although I am still gently steaming. It does make you smile that they are aren’t happy just polluting the air, the ground as well here. Does she do the same at home I idly wonder?

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  4. I would say calm down and turn the other cheek. It is not worth getting fussed about. If it really bothers you so much sweep them up when the people have gone and pop them in the dustbin.

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    1. Yes, I have turned the other cheek Rachel, as you say it isn’t worth getting fussed about.

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  5. Speak to the owner of the cottage should they appear after the visitors have departed. Ask them to put up a polite notice to ask visitors not to drop any litter outside. It's a bit like all the one use face masks that are appearing all round here. I think it may be the secondary school kids dropping them and it drives me nuts! I hope you managed to enjoy a nice Christmas despite the fag ends! Merry Christmas! xx

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    1. If only I could MG, they live abroad. I am more chilled about it than I was because in the grand scheme of things it really isn’t my problem. We all have far more important things to get our knickers in a twist over.

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