Today's squirrel prefers to eat in the safety of a tree.
A young dad with a baby no more than a few days old enjoys a pint while his child sleeps in a sling its head on his chest a few inches from his chin.
Over the years I have become used to the small talk of the check-out staff at Sainsbury's. I haven't seen today's middle aged lady for a few weeks. But I haven't forgotten her line of questioning. I am sure that the staff are trained to be friendly and to chat over over the till, and I often wonder at their resourcefulness. "Are you doing anything interesting over Easter?" Now it's my turn. Where shall I begin?