Today I have on offer, to present to you, a found object. It's a rather splendiferous hip flask and when I happened upon it and had a sniff of it's contents, I think it still contained the remnants of whisky. It's a rather long story but to this day, I have a subconscious reaction to that particular variety of alcohol and just the hint of it makes me retch.
However, I'm running ahead of myself. I said I found it. Now I could make up a lovely romantic story of being in woodlands or a beach somewhere but in fact, I came across it in our back garden. Someone had thrown it over our back wall (I assume) and there it lay until I looked out of the window and saw something metallic glint in the sunlight. I went to investigate and voila, a hip flask. I took it in, washed it thoroughly, inside and out and now it sits on a shelf atop our stairs. I love that it has an air of mystery as in whose was it and how did it come to be in our garden during the day. It has a nautical design on it and has the design of a port window. I don't live anywhere near the sea, so I doubt it was some drunk sailor passing by. Who knows?