I recognised the fallen figure, now like a rag doll. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday he picked litter from the streets in the same area, always shaking his head with disgust.
He was a small ageing little man, doing a fine job. However, when speaking to him realised he was quite mad, still it's good to have characters out and about.
I peered at the pathetic figure again as a crowd gathered, wondering if he would ever pick up litter again.