It was the dead of night until the gutter crawler dropped the stainless steel turkey roaster he was nicking from my pile of rubbish.
Perhaps I should have put a note on the huge stainless steel preserving pan to warn people that it was used for ten years of lace dyeing but it's steel so I suppose they won't poison themselves.
The spray arm from the old dishwasher went the first day.
And I don't think the broken ladder had time to hit the ground before it disappeared.
There's satisfaction in going out in the morning and noticing the pile has been reduced to a few items.
Tomorrow I'll put out all the little things children love to take home to mother.
Then I'll celebrate my junk-free zone.