Rag And Bone
Apr. 12th, 2007 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo"What we're missing is rag and bone men, " said my father-in-law, apropos of nothing.
Well he's right, isn't he? Rag and bone men were so entirely green- what with the horses and the carts and the recycling.
We used to have one come down our suburban street of Poirot-era houses when I was a kid. You'd hear him a long way off- a long, whooping cry- a little like a wood-pigeon but bitten off at the end. Then you'd bustle about- as the cries got louder and the slow clip-clop of horseshoe on tar-macadam kicked in- gathering together all your nasty, old but not entirely useless junk.
Raaaganbohn.......
Raaaganbohn.......
Well he's right, isn't he? Rag and bone men were so entirely green- what with the horses and the carts and the recycling.
We used to have one come down our suburban street of Poirot-era houses when I was a kid. You'd hear him a long way off- a long, whooping cry- a little like a wood-pigeon but bitten off at the end. Then you'd bustle about- as the cries got louder and the slow clip-clop of horseshoe on tar-macadam kicked in- gathering together all your nasty, old but not entirely useless junk.
Raaaganbohn.......
Raaaganbohn.......
