Back from a relaxing pub lunch, me driving and the boss in the turret, we turn into the drive and there, by the front door, was a urinal. The usual donors of garden curios know nothing about the bizarre delivery so some sleuthing work is needed.
It will get used as a talking point and feature in the garden, with flowers in obviously, but we have no idea who dropped it off or where it's come from.
I'm not going to trawl all the gents lavatories in West Norfolk looking for a space on the wall, I've got my reputation to think of after all!
There's no point in hanging about waiting for an answer, into the garden it goes after a quick clean and then I'll pop my petunias in it.