This came floating towards me last week during one of my now regular swims. The cynical in the office guessed that it was from the ceremony at sea of someone who was dearly departed. It happens around these parts. I accompanied one of our support workers to introduce her to a person that I'd recently assessed. There was no-one home. I'd been told that she was elusive. Buxom Brenda said that now she knew where the house was she'd return on her own. 'I knew that something was up.' she reported back a week later. Instead of a little one lady there'd been a funeral party and an urn in the middle of the sitting room! The mourning guests had unsuccessfully tried to persuade Buxom Brenda out on the boat to scatter the ashes.
So there's one explanation for my unexpected gift. Being a mad hippie chick I have a different theory. Of course I see it as a sign!