The retrieval...

of the mug.

Everytime Mr J does the garden he leaves his mug lying.
I usually find it a few days later.... hidden in a corner of the garden, covered in grass, dirty fingerprints and, if I'm lucky, some cold coffee dregs to boot!

I found Saturdays one quite quickly cos it was up high on the woodstore.
(there could be another one lurking about that I havn't spotted yet.... I'm not sure how many cups he had!)