There was a skip within view of my bedroom window last week. A container full of expired, unwanted things and yet life swarmed to it, and I watched. Two women on bikes spent an hour picking through. They uncovered dust sheets and carefully wrapped up things I couldn& #39;t see...
... They retrieved carrier bags full of rubbish, emptied them, filled them up again with objects they decided had value, found ways to balance them on the handlebars of their bikes. One stood and studiously read a discarded magazine, turning each page...
... When they left, I missed them. Occasionally a car would stop beside the skip and someone would get out, peer in, then leave. My favourite thing was the huge patio umbrella that lay, bent and flapping on the top. Twice someone came and inspected it...