"If there was an elephant in the supermarket, she'd either not see it at all, or call it Mrs Jones and talk about fishcakes.
Look at all that rubbish," she said, watching the electric van slowly whirr from bin to bin, little men in gloves removing it all."They're taking it away," I said. "Where to?" she said. "It just gets moved around dearie, that's all.
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Photo by Ian Turnell
Look at all that rubbish," she said, watching the electric van slowly whirr from bin to bin, little ...
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