I pulled out behind a concrete truck this morning. It still makes me smile that they are built the other way round in this country than they were in my youth, but not enough to write a blog post about it.
If you are of a squeamish disposition, you might like to pretend I did and look away now.
No, it took a few minutes, but I eventually realised that there was a leg hanging down from the back of the right of the truck. An animal leg thankfully. Maybe a deer?
But, but...what, where, when, why, how?