Rag And Bone
"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.
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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.......
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That's what people who try to knock recycling don't realise. Recycling isn't a new fad, it's the way things have always been. What's new is the idea that you just chuck something out when you don't want it anymore.
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