The streets are bristling with discarded Christmas Trees, more than a month after the event. Their ex-owners are living in faith that 'someone will come and take them away'. Dried-up trees lurk in alleyways, next to bins (in twos and threes- there's obviously a bit of surreptitious dumping going on), and outside unfortunate non-tree-owners' garages. Maybe they see it as a battle of wills, between them and Barnet Council.
There is no battle of wills. Barnet Council doesn't care about the local environment, unless it lines the pockets of their construction chums: there are more backhands in the council than an octopus has legs. If it's not to do with resurfacing a road or rushing through a building demolition under cover of Covid, forget it!
In the summer, perhaps, small birds will welcome the prickly brown branches as nesting habitats, and instead of wading through dog crap (also left to fester by the council) as we walk past Christmas Past, we will be greeted each morning by a chorus of delighted birdsong, every branch redecorated with scrappy nests taking the place of tinsel, with red breasts, bluetits and goldfinches taking the place of baubles.
Now we just have to think of a re-purpose for the dog crap. Leave it with me, and I'll see what I can do.