Mrs Growster and I were walking JRT round The Moor yesterday, and we have to try and avoid the waste trucks as it's our day for them all to charge around screeching and hissing, and the dog begins to get restless and mystified...
Luckily, as we chose a route away from the grunching monsters, I just happened to remember that there was some water pipe on a skip nearby and according to the rules, I was going to ask the owner if I could purloin same.
When we got to the site, there was a lad with several tattoos who pointed out the 'boss', who was on his mobile, and not actually working very hard, so I hung around and Mrs Growster and JRT headed for home while I changed feet occasionally and took in the lovely view.
After several minutes, the owner arrived in a small tank-like car, and tat-man pointed to me from afar (but I could hear him), saying 'That old chap over there, asks if he can have the pipe on the skip'!
What! I'm only sixty-eight!
Any road up, there was a friendly 'yes', and Growster now has forty yards of brand new pipe for all the nets he'll ever need, and also saved the cost - about sixty notes... Some other friends with dogs somehow met up with us at the same point, and two of them said that they'd also spotted this stuff, but as they don't have the benefit of an allotment, they couldn't think of anything to do with it all, but wasn't it a waste etc etc...
Now that's a Crimble present if ever there was one!