I reside in a rather tiny quaint idyllic village in which, on a warm summer day, you can actually hear the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees. Unfortunately, in this village there resides a rather gormless post-man who is quite adept at leaving parcel notifications at the wrong houses, so when I observe random dog-poos on the ground whilst taking my dog for walkies, I pick them up and deliver them through the aforementioned post-man's letter slot.