Christmas Wheely Bin

The boys work like the proverbial Trojans, charging around at a rate of knots, running everywhere and generally will take just about anything you leave out. They are out and about in all weathers, always have a smile and a quiet word. A carton of Carlsberg as a thankyou to a fine bunch of nippy lads.

Bit surprised, and I must admit saddened that they refused to take Mrs Booty, even though she had been subdued by copious loads of travel sickness pills, wrapped in duct tape, then ensconced in a rather fine offcut of carpet. Perhaps if her feet hadn't stuck out quite so far..........