to my neighbour who burns garden rubbish every bloody evening
Composting is so much more enironmentally sound, and also it is too hot not to have open windows. You may fetishise the smell of green smoke but the rest of us have been checking our houses for forgotten incense and candles all bloody evening. Also, my jeans, a sheet, a random sock and two of Damian's shirts will now have to be washed again. Cheers, you gonk.