Sunday morning and the playground is covered with pigeons. The daughter scares them off by running around, and jumping up and down a bit, before getting on the swings.<\/p>\n
The disapperance of the playground’s carpet of pigeons reveals a carpet of half-eaten takeaways and beer cans. Being dutiful citizens, me and my better half start clearing them up, getting slightly slimy hands into the bargain.<\/p>\n
I’m muttering under my breath about “yobs” in typical Daily Mail fashion, when I pick up a crumpled Woolworth’s receipt, poking out of which is a bit of blue paper…<\/p>\n
…I start laughing. It’s not like I believe in karma and all that bullshit, but there’s some <\/em>kind of justice at work here – a slightly damp fiver amongst all the litter…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sunday morning and the playground is covered with pigeons. The daughter scares them off by running around, and jumping up and down a bit, before getting on the swings. The disapperance of the playground’s carpet of pigeons reveals a carpet of half-eaten takeaways and beer cans. Being dutiful citizens, me and my better half start …<\/p>\n