Some couple from up the road came round to our flat to complain about the amount of rubbish outside. Apparently some foxes had their way with it overnight and it was 'disgusting'.
Problem is, it isn't our rubbish, we double bag ours (to stop the foxes) and always put it out on the pavement the night before. The rubbish is all from fucking students who live upstairs.
This building has gone downhill since they let students rent it.
The couple asked (in a really passive agressive manner) if i could clean it up because the neighbours were complaining. I told them no, it wasn't my rubbish, and that i would welcome a fine from the council as it might make the students clear it up themselves.
Then my Britishness overcame me and i went and cleared it up myself.