Dan looks surprisingly relaxed sitting in a wheelchair outside his North York apartment, waiting for the door to be opened on his life.
He only starts to flinch as a team of “extreme cleaners” dons protective suits, arms themselves with garbage bags and braces for the shock waves.
First there is the stench. Then there is the sound. Pigeons have been roosting in Dan's apartment since he was rushed to hospital a month ago with a broken hip, too embarrassed to ask anyone to shut his balcony door.
“I never imagined I could be living like this,” says Dan, 66, as the morning light shines on a crisis of clutter..." More
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