More fossils

Back in January I noticed at reference 1 the fossil leaves in a pavement running along Longmead Road. Today it is the turn of the fag-ends near the entrance to flats just around the corner from the bottom (as the water flows) of the Longmead Road, settling down to leave the same sort of marks as the leaves. Or to be more exact, the filter tips of cigarettes.

Not clear why there were so many of them just here. Perhaps the flats belong to a housing association which bans smoking on their premises? Perhaps people who are struggling to give up see filter tips as a step in the right direction? And if it is a housing association, I am not at all sure that it is any of their business. And what line do they take with other substances which might be consumed on their premises? From where I associate to the famous case of an Oxford landlady who was sent to jail for a short while, perhaps forty years ago now, because property that she rented out was being used for the dreadful crime of smoking marijuana. The prosecution accepted that she knew nothing about it, but that, it seems, was beside the point.

In town proper, there are a lot of rather similar circular patches which BH says are left by chewing gum. To which my response is that it is odd that there are so many of them, as while one quite often passes people chewing the cud, I do not recall ever seeing anyone spitting the cud out onto the pavement. But I dare say she is right, nonetheless.

A little later, I was pleased to find a new skip in a new front drive down Manor Green Road, full of masonry rubble, and I was able to bag another brick. This time an old brick, without a frog, but one which did not need cleaning off. It could go straight into my stash under the leylandii.

A little later still, I was annoyed by loud music coming from a car full of parcels, driven by a youngish delivery lady, who did not see fit to turn it off while she was away from the car. The sort of jangly, plucking music that I associate, probably quite wrongly, with package holidays in and around the Mediterranean. A nuisance which one associates more with young men from places like Sutton than with youngish ladies. But an annoyance which did not extend as far as attempting to do anything about it.

Back, temper restored by tweeting two coal tits on our bird feeder. Pretty birds, the first that I have seen for a while. See reference 2, from March last year.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/01/more-fossil-leaves.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2019/03/residence.html.