We had some builders in a few years back. They were from Essex. One day, a bunch of stuff appeared on the pavement outside a neighbour's house. The builders were appalled: the way people dump stuff round here, and so on. They were amazed when I explained that what looked like fly-tipping to their Upminster eyes was, in fact, just part of the community's culture. The stuff was all intact: a chair, a CD rack shaped like a saxophone, some old vinyl records and so on. I told them it would be gone by the next day - not collected by the council but scavenged by someone else in the street or else a passer-by. And so it was. I expect this child's work desk will be gone before long as a result of the same unwritten local understanding. It's got inkwells and everything. And is it purple or is it purple? I'd say purple, actually.
UPDATE: Wednesday, 8.09 a.m. - Yes, it's gone!