There was an overcrowded

house in one of the side streets on our way home. My sister was doing a detour and we came across it through one of those odd little quirks of chance.
It was an unremarkable suburban house with equally unremarkable surburban houses on either side. The steeply sloping front yard was covered in bark chips, a few lost looking shrubs and the party people.
There must have been one hundred or even more of them. What was odd was not just that there were so many of them but that they all wore the same stone coloured clothing. No, it was not a uniform. There was a considerable variety of dress - and undress.
There were also people you do not usually see in suburbia too, a Greek warrior and St George (or someone) was still, rather unsociably, astride his dragon. There were elegant women in chitons and men in togas. There was a row of earnest looking dwarves holding glasses and another leaning on a garden spade. There were elves, pixes, a gargoyle or two and others.
I have never seen so many "garden gnomes" in one place, not even the garden centre that once specialised in such things. They were all getting along very well with one another. There was no fighting or arguing or excessive drinking.
As we stopped and looked a large black and white cat strolled through them and stopped to look at us.
He gave me a look which said, "Ridiculous isn't it?" and then strolled on to the sunny spot near the letter box (gnome-shaped).
Yes, ridiculous - but it was marvellous fun for a moment.