I live on a road near M and S. I came home one early eve and found a man in my front garden, taking his bags out of my bin. He was not at all perturbed by me coming into the front garden and asking what was happening. He went off down the road and eventually got to a local pub situated on a corner plot, proceeded to start trying to sell whatever was in in his bags.. he had a little compact mirror, in which he would look to see over his shoulder at intervals.. he saw and recognised me as I had followed him, intrigued as to what had been stashed in my bins. He shouted at me for a bit, then walked on. I then asked the pub punters what he had been trying to flog.. they told me - M and S steak and Prosecco!