There's a skip outside the front door and the fat guy has been filling it. When we spoke to him he was standing with a wheelbarrow, several feet above the pavement, on a plank running between the skip and the garden wall. Our car is parked facing the skip and has been getting the full benefit of the filth, which, when I brushed it off, turned out to be essentially house dust- dry, soft, grey.
Don't they saw that house dust is mainly composed of human skin? if so, it's the neighbours I'm wiping off the car- all the neighbours going back to 1910.
The fat guy likes commercial radio- and he's placed his set against the wall of the room where I sit so I can enjoy it along with him.