This week I am meandering from that green and pleasant land we know as the United (although now rather Untied) Kingdom. 

But, as admin on my Javea Connect Facebook group where people love to post photos and have their little moans, I still have a foot in my Spanish home.

Nothing, it seems, is as satisfying as making sure other members know just how much dog poo has been left on the pavement (sometimes even accompanied in technicolour and always properly photoshopped snaps of the offending canine gifts).

Or notifying members just how many plastic bottles were found on the beach, and what a good idea it would be if the mayor were to install a giant fish-shaped receptacle so people will all put their waste in that and the beach would be rubbish free.

Dog Poo In Javea
‘LAZY AND SELFISH’: Some people will never change

The rubbish and doggy-doo discussions have been going on since Columbus lost his compass and there has never been a solution.

This is not because of a lack of giant, wire, fish-shaped rubbish bins – it is because (some) people are just plain lazy, selfish and simply do not give a fig about their surroundings. 

The squillion posts on the subject over the last eight years have all been the ‘same meat with different gravy’: in other words, a post expressing anger at the way slovenly people leave their crap for others to clear up will be backed up by 50 or 60 more comments agreeing that something must be done.

But seriously, is anyone actually going to put their name to a comment saying ‘I am proud to leave my garbage, bottles, cans and dirty nappies chucked in a plastic bag as I am too slovenly to dispose of them responsibly’? 

Of course not! And so the one-sided debate continues in a never ending circle and will do so until the mayor actually responds to the tags, which will be never as a) he does not read local group media and b) like most of us, he has no economical solution to combat bone idleness!

There are other trigger subjects, such as campervans and, of course, those lycra-clad peddle pushers, but I am not going down that cycle path now as my word-count is already looking like it may not fit in the ………….feck, run out of space!!!

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