WE go to the municipal dump on a Friday afternoon to find stories.
We find mounds of vitamins evaporating in the sun.
Then the law co-major is affronted by class notes for property law (‘that’s my subject!’) flipping in the breeze.
Whereas I am more moved by the modest signage for passing traffic.
It even has a holly sprig and snowflake beneath it. Very comely.
It was a productive afternoon.