Deja Vu

So, the chair was stolen.

Then a passing Good Samaritan replaced it (don’t laugh – it’s true. I put three chairs out, grumbling about kleptomaniacs, and wandered inside to make a coffee. Twenty minutes later a fourth chair had appeared: slightly shorter - as if a passing ninja had sawn off 3/4 of an inch – and of a slightly different design but nevertheless, a useful fourth).

Then someone else stole another another chair (not even the mismatched one, dammit. If I’d realised what was happening I’d have chased them down the street and offered a swap) along with both ashtrays.

I’m saving all my wishes for a design fault.

I hope the bloody legs fall off.