It’s New Year but Matt Banji can’t get rid of hard times.
New Year: time for a clear out! I grabbed some bin bags and began filling them with various items I didn’t even know I had. I just wanted to get this useless baggage out of my home and onto the street for the dustbinmen to collect (or refuse operatives or whatever they are called).
I needed my space back.
Try as I might, I couldn’t fit my old wooden storage thingy into a bin liner. So I left it outside next to the bin bags, hoping that the refuse operatives (or whatever they are called) would get the message. Then I went out to see my girlfriend in faraway Romford.
When I came back, I was surprised to see it had gone. The bags were still there; it’s not as if the dustbinmen (or whatever they are called) had been round. No, someone had looked it over and had it away.
What – that grungy box which was too tatty even to store my stuff in? You must be joking!
Looking at it another way, the situation must be serious if people like us can’t even afford to discard stuff like that.
Recession (or whatever it’s called) has brought us back to the days of Steptoe & Son, rag’n’bone men from days gone by.
Are we meant to accept such poverty as part of our heritage?