Bathing al fresco

In the wierd and wacky world of property I have been dealing with a number of increasingly bizarre characters. It's normal to have the odd excentric but recently I've had a glut of total oddballs.

To sum it up I passed this front garden this morning, near West Hampstead, where a roll top bath has been painted red, a dummy stuck in complete with shower cap and boots and planted over. This sort of thing I like, odd maybe but amusing and importantly silent. No histrionics, no hysterical rants, no panics, just gets on with it. Perfect.