The two male blackbirds are still fighting. This morning the are at it on the pavement opposite, and this afternoon clashing in the air above the fence between us and our neighbour. Cherchez la femme? But there doesn't appear to be one at the moment. So it must be just about territory.
Two people pass each other on the pavement outside the post office, with push chairs. One is an old tramp and his push chair is loaded with his posessions. The other is a young women; in hers is a small baby.
The relief when you forget to do the lottery and your regular numbers don't come up.