Making it up as you go along

The view from the office window sums up how I feel about work at the moment. Lots of ugly fixes just to cope.

The lamppost I kind of get. The lump out of the hedge not so much. Is it a natural bicycle rack? An entrance to a subterranean world? The indentation left by amorous revellers whose passion drove them to topiary destruction? Or was it just the person cutting the hedge making some kind of existential artistic gesture?

I will speculate in my dreams. Need to sleep now. Have to be fresh tomorrow as we are heading off to Yorkshire at 5.30 am