now here's a thought

He might strain himself. Chance would be a fine thing.

The green bin due to be filled, the garden carpeted with fallen leaves. Bright crisp winter's day, ground rather heavy under foot but other wise quite perfect. A few hardy (!) butterflies, red emperors, in the garden still, a job of work to be done, raking and gathering.

And he did help. Honest. He came along, heroically, at the eleventh hour and managed to fit a couple of handfuls of leaves in. Thank you. Hope you didn't hurt anything in the process.

Here's the thing though. For the second time this year I've found dog crap in our garden. We don't have a dog. A charmless neighbor is allowing its mutt loose in our garden. When I find out who it is I'm flinging that dog crap back.