My cardboard-coloured dreams

Last night I almost ran over a brand spanking new remote control Eddie Stobart Truck which was just lying in the middle of the road. How did I know that it was new? It was still in the box. Now bearing in mind that this thing is huge, you would think that if someone dropped it while they were crossing the road they would have noticed. And things don't just fall out of cars.

This morning I noticed six sacks of potatoes resting against the lampost on the corner of my road. A residential street in the centre of the city seems a pretty odd place to pick if you want to sell potatoes and I can't imagine that any of the people living in the flats on my street could have that much of an addiction to oven chips...

What's going on?

Oh - and introducing dunk_pierced, who now has an LJ and needs to be sent loads of timewasting crap.