Overwhelmed by mass of cold-calling salesmen with neither receptionist nor lockable door to fend them off. Also spend entire day listening to the ‘shhshh’ of brushes as housekeeping attempt the earth-shattering feat of cleaning the office carpet without the aid of a net (well, vacuum cleaner or carpet shampoo).
Finally figured out the concrete litter bins that pepper the streets. There’s no dustbin men as such round here, so they simply light the contents of the bin and then refill again when the fire has died down. Maybe have a little barbecue if no-one’s around and there’s a recently dead cow, or door-to-door salesman, handy.