On the way out for our walk today George and I noticed that the road, which is narrow, was littered with odd tools, nails and pens. Being a good citizen I kicked them to the side of the road so they wouldn't cause damage to the tyres of any passing cars.
Then on the way back I collected them up.
Not this time for the greater good but for Rough Edges, the new charity shop for blokes that's opening as an offshoot of Zac's.
I am turning into a hobo; my father-in-law would be proud of me. There was nothing he liked better than rummaging in skips.