Years ago
When the world was younger and more innocent I started what became a regular occurrence in my nights of fun.

There is a road near where I grew up that is one long terrace with those little front gardens that so often have nothing done with them. You know the sort, all sold the same front door by the double glazing man, or stuck with the old one that has been there for years and shares the same fading paint as your neighbour. Walking home one night a little the worse for wear I was struck by the similarity of the garden gates. More importantly, the similarity of the gate hinges (the sit on a peg sort)...

Being somewhat mischievous of mind and understanding the confusion a drunken mind can cast on the tired I did what seemed only natural. I switched gates. Houses would be 'moved' two doors up along with their neighbour, or two doors down, and occasionally the god awful decorations in a garden would be perfectly transplanted to complete the look.

Did I ever stay to watch the shenanigans as drunken people tried to figure out why their key didn't work in their door or how their journey seemed a few steps longer than usual? No. But if I ever saw an opportunity on any road, I would take it, and go to sleep chuckling. Damage was never done as the gates were the easy lift on, lift off type, and it even made the local rag for a while, people seemingly finding it as funny as me, if not a little bemusing.

Length? About 6 months all in all...
( Jimbuktu See? Right here, Thu 14 Jan 2010, 23:36, 3 replies)

Beautiful
Sometimes the greatest giggles can be had simply imagining the reaction.
( BrokenCoccyx doesn't mind if you grope on, Fri 15 Jan 2010, 0:26, closed)

My grandfather told me he had done that. Sometime around 1905.
Yes I'm that old.
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Sun 17 Jan 2010, 2:37, closed)

Dammit!
And I'm that unoriginal. ;)
Yay for your grandfather though!
( Jimbuktu See? Right here, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 11:14, closed)