Gary Johnson, a man of no influence in charming village Chutney on the Fritz, has been thanking a bollard in the high street, every time he goes past it.
'I don't know why,' said Johnson, 'but I see it out of the corner of my eye, and I think it is person, stepping to the side to let me pass, and, of course, by the time I realise what it is, I have thanked it. If it only happened once, I would understand, but every day it gets me.'
The bollard, Windsor Jones III, said: 'I don't understand it either. I don't look like a person. Still, a lot of people are never thanked for their efforts, and at least Gary acknowledges me, so that is something.'
'It is so embarrassing,' said Gary. Still, he has only told the Chutney on the Fritz Times, which has a readership of six - three of whom are members of a swinger's club.
