This morning, I was idly looking out of the window when I saw what appeared to be a very large duvet walking across the terrace of one of the flats opposite. It soon resolved itself into a large man bundled in a duvet. From this a hand emerged and dragged over a seat. This is one of those cane contraptions hanging from a stand, like an egg-shaped swing. The duvet turned around and descended into the swing. The entire swing and its stand swung and toppled over backwards, and two feet waved madly from the duvet. A man emerged, wearing only the scantiest of underwear and, sheepishly, set it upright again and sat more carefully into the swing seat.
It doesn’t describe very well, but the comic timing was perfect and I burst out laughing.