Fly tipping

I've been having a major clear our and today seeing as Paul was about we decided to go to the local tip (well I say local, it's as local as anything is round here, so miles away).

We were pounced on as soon as we pulled up asking for our permit, permit, what permit?!  You can't bring that in here the bloke said referring to our very nice clean Ifor Williams trailer.  You need a permit for trade waste disposal.

He wasn't interesting  in the fact that it was a double bed, some garden furniture and old cassettes.  Now I know many of our alpacas would probably happy curl up next to me on the bed (Hughie, Oonagh and Godiva to name a few) but alpacas don't use beds!  Nor for that matter do they sit at the garden table on chairs listening to 80's cassettes.

After a lengthy conversation with him trying to suggest we drive up to Wooler to see if they would let us in he saw sense and 'just this once' let us unload. 

It really does make you wonder sometimes what you pay your council tax for, we have no street lights, no buses, we don't use public library's or schools, I've never been to the doctors since we moved up north and when I want to legally go and recycle and tip household waste I'm not allowed!

Rant over!