Honestly, who throws a shoe?

As we've mentioned before, BCHQ suffers from squally winds which blow quite a lot of rubbish off the street and in to our front garden. So it was that this weekend, under darkening skies, we were enjoying our usual Sunday morning clean-up, when we discovered an old pair of women's shoes. The shoes can only have been lobbed over our wall, at the cost of some effort from their former owner.

At moments like that, we try to remember the good things about life in Brockley. Like the fact that the other day we were given free baguettes by the baker who was shutting up shop while she went on holiday or when our neighbour gave us a present following the birth of our child.

On balance, do you find the people of Brockley to be altruistic bread-sharers or shoe-throwing nobheads?