The people in this town appear to be possessed of a terrible compulsion to be law-abiding and tidy, and yet completely incapable of distinguishing a bin from a bicycle basket. Nearly every day I have to remove assorted crisp packets, chocolate wrappers, empty beer cans, etc. from the wicker basket on my bike (it's parked in the street). Usually I nobly take them into the house and put them in the bin. But the other day, I was in a hurry and so put a couple of lovely apple cores out onto the pavement.
Today I came out to find that, along with the wrappers and a cigarette end, there were the apple cores again. Which means it wasn't some drunken person, but presumably some busybody neighbour who must think I sit in the front room eating apples and chucking the cores out the window onto the street. Why else would they think it was reasonable to pick them up and put them in my basket?
If I ever catch anyone at this, I'm following them home and posting the rubbish through their door.