I’ve mentioned before that people tend to leave detritus in Sebastina’s basket when I park her outside, but this morning I went to claim her in the locked bike shed at my apartment building only to find that someone had deposited a belt and a rather natty striped bowtie in it. From which I can only surmise that someone had an extremely passionate moment in the bike shed during my absence, leading me to draw the conclusion that my neighbours are even stranger than I ever imagined.
