Jaundiced

We’ve won a small victory.  In our game of Chicken with our neighbours and the unwanted telephone directories, they have buckled.  Proudly, we have an increasingly mouldy not quite yellow anymore Pages sitting outside our door.  Theirs has gone.  A triumph.  T does not understand.  She thinks I am making the place look untidy and embarrassing myself (and her) in front of the whole street.  She doesn’t understand that we are Making A Statement: we will not tolerate unwanted directories and we are prepared to litter our road and make our front garden untidy to make the point.  She says no-one cares and if she trips over it one more time, she’ll shred it and put the soggy strips into my underwear drawer.  She argues convincingly.  I think I have made my stand.  I have added the foisted item to my compost bin.  Each morning I will wreak my revenge in my own unique way.