As I prune the hedge the wind blows away the the lighter leaves and trimmingsgs. Where do they go? Down the road into somebody else's backyard. What can I do? I feel sneaky though. It's like brushing the dust under the rug. Or knocking something off a shelf in the supermarket and leaving it as though you haven't noticed it fall.
Old people increasingly refer to other old people and even some young people as odd, weird, excentric. Without such qualities how dull we would all be? Some of course aspire to be ordinary, Now that is weird.