At last the dustbin man arrived

The hot weather made it worse. The stench oozed through the old sheets which swaddled the bulky, oddly shaped packages, soaking into every corner of the laundry room. She would need to wash it all down, afterwards, with gallons of vinegar and water. Bleach perhaps. Or even carbolic, like they used in the olden days for such situations.

She couldn’t open the window, in case the neighbours caught a whiff and wondered … But she did keep the door to the kitchen tightly closed and wished she owned a s...