It was about two weeks after this pile (pictured below), a council worker began smashing his fist on our door. Chef was chilling in the Mezz at this time (internet cafe and kitchen). She was greeted at the door by the local rubbish man, he was a bit serious to say the least. His time picking up 'our' mountains of trash was over as far as he was concerned. He threatened with fines, and started shouting at neighbours to ask is it was theirs.
Chef held her ground, bravely in the face of trash and explained that it was not ours. How could it be? at this point (unfortunately not photographed) It was shoulder high with plaster board, jib and massive bags of building materials.
Could it be the building site next door?
The council guy was not having it and was on the phone to the land lord in no time. So really, if it was ours, there would be nothing left in the house... as Frenchie said, we couldn't make that pile if we tried our hardest! He left after digging through our one bag of trash to find a letter with my name on it (RTF).
We were in a dilemma, he wanted to sting us 5K... yeah right!
I had to go to work.
On my way out, I saw the landlord (who I will refer to as Mr Hilton). Mr Hilton was a little flustered, the council had tracked him down! All the same questions ran through his mind: where did this trash come from, the building site has it's own skip, and our house isn't empty!
So good luck Mr Hilton. So far the trash baddies have left us alone, but we will see. For now, at least this is now in the hands of the esteemed owner of Paper Mache Tower.
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