‘Go away!’ Anna was shouting.
The bin men come by on a Friday morning.
‘I want someone to tell them to stop. Tell them how awful it is.’
‘They have gone, Anna.’
‘Go away – don’t come back. They should tell people.’
For half an hour she shouted after them.
‘It’s a terrible thing, just after you …. Dust and dust. It’s a terrible thing to do. They don’t care about anything. Go away! Go away!’
Anna does grumpy old woman very well, I think.