a fragment of another life

A strange thing to see beside a bin, even a bin at the rear of a streetful of charity shops whose rears often feature extremely strange things. Strange both for being owned in the first place or (if actually owned in the first place) for then being thrown away at all. Although the string-bits of the seat are evidently beginning to unravel the function appears unimpaired though whether the function is as a seat for a child or a footstool for someone larger than a child is not known. I often have to suppress the urge to rescue things like this as I would have no place to keep them until deciding what to do with them. At least this was unappetisingly damp after being overflow-piped on for most of the day.