Enter the Dustman

I know it's been blipped recently by someone not so far away, but once a week we get the grass verges around the farm entrance nicely trimmed, but not only that, our bins are all nicely lined up ahead of the dustmen's visit when it all goes to rack and ruin.

The neighbourly sole who cuts the grass must live 100 metres down the road, the nicely trimmed verge lined avenue. It looks lovely. I would like to live in a house at the end of a road like that. I say neighbourly, but maybe he's trying to sell his house to people who like their house at the end of a road like this?