Diving for Treasure

“What news from the world?” I ask, and Harold shrugs, “Fire, famine and pharmaceuticals,” he said. “Much the same as always, really. The recession’s still on.”

“I noticed,” I replied. “There’s a house in Laver Bridge Street just been repossessed. Big skip outside full of catalogue furniture and personal effects.”

“Any books?”

“Not that I saw,” I said, “but I did spot a bookcase so there’s a fair chance,”

“Excellent.” Harold stood but paused at the door. “Is it insensitive to skip dive for the goods of displaced houseowners?”

It was my turn to shrug. “It’s not actually a sin,” I said. “Only minor avarice at best.”

“Good,” Harold said, “because I saw a skip being dropped off at St. Pity’s on Saturday and I want a few of the gravestones.”

Image: My Dog Skip (DVD)