It all started with an old tin. An M & S biscuit tin in the shape of a lorry to be exact, left in my porch overnight. I was quite pleased with this present actually, these tins can come in handy for tidying away bundles of toy cars that keep jabbing you in the feet. They consequently also act as a great preventative to a swear box (or tin).
But then it was an old Tomy walker casually lent against our inside wall. My youngest is 3, and I’m not yet in need of a makeshift zimmer (they didn’t see me careering down the road the other night after a bit of a boozy do did they?)
Anyway, yesterday it took an eerie turn. My husband came in with a worried look on his face, holding a partly decomposed, very dirty, and seriously unloveable teddy. Circa 1962. “This is getting a bit weird now” he said.
So I asked around, and noone knows anything. Even my older neighbours that can’t see/hear/smell much anymore and so could’ve been forgiven for mistakes on quality (especially if they’re a bit partial to a squeeze or two of Febreeze rather than a bath).
So what’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever found in your porch?( (elaborations on the word “porch” totally welcome).