Its pretty clean here in Canberra, but occasionally stuff pops up;
roadkill( three in last month, :mad: poor skippy.)
a torn up phonebook. It was really windy so it had made it over about 10 km. I wondered the whole ride. who has time to tear up a whole phone book?( or strength.)
a mans rain jacket covered in white paint stains. I took this home and washed it,and it did me well until I bought a proper cycling jacket. then it went to salvos.
4 dead cockatoos( the power lines. cant they do something about those things? terrible)
One nice cardigan( which I hung over a fence, someones school jumper)
And I do have a possible explanation for pants.
My husband and I, went to a party where we ate some mysterious cake, that had a sign on it - one piece at a time.Being greedy, we ate two( he had three). Severak hours later( I been hiding in back room, afraid of monsters) he came in from cold, with no pants on , just pajamas he had under pants to keep warm. So I said, where are your pants. He smiled and said, Ive been walking around the suburb and I woke up on a park bench, surrounded by kangaroos, in the misty morning light!! So I said, but WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?!! He said, Ive no idea!! I vaguely recall thinking,oh drat these pants, I dont need them!! and chucking them( with wallet, credit card and three hundred in cash, no less). We got the pants and wallet back( sans cash and credit card) and Im still wishing that I had as much fun as he did( I thought a interdimensional creature had kidnapped me ,and vampires were in the nect room! what a party pooper!)!!! No more mysterious cakes, for me ever again( but gives those garments a mysterious and decadent sort of gloss for me now);)

