Every time my dad comes to visit, he brings with him, an assortment of random objects, obtained mainly from his garage and anything else he picks up from around the home on his way out to see me.

This weeks booty included:
2 dining room chairs (40 years old)
2 porcelain masks
half a packet of chewing gum
a camel ornament
a peacock ornament
half a book of petty cash slips
post-it notes (sealed)
a parasol
a wall hanging hook (with a missing screw)

He had an explanation only for the peacock, which was destined for me - because I have a peacock tattoo.

The parasol is huge, and is currently taking up my living room as I can't get the fucker to collapse.

This ritual has been going on for years. I sometimes wonder if he'll ever run out stuff.