Luckily there was no pitter -patter and not too bitter, so we twisted sisters got stuck into the rotten matter, chippy tatters and bottled splatters with our litter pickers. There was plenty of natter chatter and twitter titters, spurring on our furtive flicker through the back street scatter for more canned liquor and spoils of the picknicker! Before our load was a splitter, we had bagged four big hitters and it was time to dump the lot for the rubbish binners. We hoisted up our better litter picker kits and quit!