They were out there rummaging for metal and I had a semi-knackered washing machine to get rid of, and I had got from number 11 to number 1 in the telephone queue for parking permits...
Talk about multi tasking!
I muttered into the phone from one side of my mouth and muttered to the skip-hounds from the other, trying to prevent them from doing damage as they ripped the washing machine from the belly of the kitchen.
Off to the charity shop again with unfeasibly large bag of toys and books!
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