I WAS walking in Pensby Road in Heswall behind a tall man with a little dog on a red lead.

His dog stopped on the grass verge and relieved itself, leaving behind a pool of mess.

I touched the man on the arm and said politely: "You should clean up that mess." 

He turned round, glared at me and replied: "What's up with you, you silly old woman?" 

I'm glad to say he was a visitor, and had no Wirral accent.

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