Yesterday I discovered a couple of people in the skip which currently adorns the rectory driveway. It's there to receive the stuff left in the basement, but never taken away, by fifteen years of people passing through the 'granny' flat. That's a lot of stuff.
This man and woman had on fluorescent safety jackets and they turned out to be Bulgarians. In broken English, they explained that there was no money in Bulgaria, but they could make a living here from scrap metal and electronics. I helped them get as much as they could, and they helped the latest refugees move in to the basement. It was a lovely encounter and I admired their resolve and commitment to making a living for themselves.
As I thought on it I began to wonder if, as things get more difficult economically, we'll see more such entrepreneurial endeavour here.