I have a weakness for number plates and slogans where hidden messages and ironies abound. Could someone have chosen this and paid for it? Or is it chance?
From the train I spy two telegraph posts in the middle of a field. Against each is an elder tree in sprightly flower. Its white saucers ride up beside bare brown poles. Unlikely pairings but by all appearances long established. Now that I think about it, I have noticed them before at this time of year.
On my way to the vegetable garden a builder greets me: "Hello mate, are you alright?" Is it a sign of our troubled age that the possibility of things being other than alright should be implied in a conventional greeting between virtual strangers?