Thanks for the tip

I WAS in the bad books with Lady Grundi at the weekend, so she punished me by making me clear some old junk out of the loft and take it to the tip.

Every time I go to that infernal place the staff look at me and speak to me like I’m completely stupid.

It’s only after I leave that I think to myself: “What a minute... I’m not the one who works at a tip.”