I hadn't thought much about traffic lights until recently but the closer you look at them the less they seem to have to do only with controlling traffic.
Some freshly cut lettuces delivered to a neighbour produces an unexpected response. I am handed a freshly roasted potato, hot and crisp and tasting of chicken fat.
Here am I looking forward to Henry IV Part 1 on the television, only to find that at 9pm when it is advertised to begin, it is postponed. And why? An English tennis player is one of a pair playing in the mens' doubles final at Wimbledon. And the match goes on and on. I like tennis and despite Dr Johnson's observation that patriotism is the last resort of a scoundrel, patriotic too. But there's a limit. Shakespeare an hour late stretches tolerance to the limit. I wonder if the bard would have had something caustic to unloose.