WE all have our little problems in life. Some of us more than others.

Recently, I have become quite obsessed with some 'parkies' on my street who - after having eaten their evening meal in the car -- decide to throw the leftovers out of the window on to the pavement.

I bet they wouldn't do it on their own street so why do they park up on someone else's and throw their rubbish everywhere?

In fact what are they doing parked up eating in a car at midnight anyway?

This has happened not once but on some five occasions recently.

Normally as I am at work I don't actually get time to stay up late and catch the culprits in the act.

This week, however, I had plenty of time on my hands and decided to take part in a stakeout.

It gets pretty cold at night so I decided to invest in some long-johns, which I am told have gone out of fashion.

But seeing as how I'm married now I don't have to worry about such things as being ultra trendy.

Why stop with the long-johns I thought. I also went out and bought myself some new Wellington boots.

Only half-an-hour into my stakeout I saw the boys park their car not far from my house.

In less than 10 minutes the front window of their car opened and an odd looking fellow 'yogged' (threw) his half-eaten donner kebab on to the pavement.

It was now or never I thought.

This was the moment I had been waiting for. Do I challenge them or do I go home and get my Ihsan cricket bat?

Whilst coming up with my plan it occurred to me I couldn't really do anything about the situation.

Was it really necessary to get all bothered about a half-eaten kebab?

Maybe I should just wait for them to go and then see if they had thrown away anything worth eating? I could save two quid!

I quickly came to my senses. No, this was a crime and it needed to be punished.

Two nights later the boys were back on my street. The rubbish was thrown out of the window but this time I was ready.

Once they had driven off I decided to pick up the rubbish and follow the car on its rounds.

They went to the petrol station and then they drove to the park.

Finally, once all the litter lads had been dropped off at their homes, I followed the driver to his mansion.

Once he had parked up and gone inside I left the rubbish on his bonnet.

I think he must have got the message...he hasn't returned to my street.