I nearly tripped over a rat in Walton Street this evening as I walked back late from the station.
He did not look on top form, as if he had gorged too well on the rubbish which Oxford City Council now leaves festering outside our houses for two weeks at a time. Or perhaps it is the reverse – that the wheelie bins are so effective that the rats are starving.
Either way, rats in the street are evidence of a civilisation in decline. Like the grass which grows in our gutters, they indicate that the authorities don’t care any more.
I am not sure that I will be frequenting the restaurants at the top end of Walton Street for a bit, if even the rats look peaky.