The Man Who Lives Opposite has a plump bunch of flowers on his living room table. Must have been entertaining.

And I was sulking childishly at the bus stop this morning as none of the savage men were letting me on ahead of them. Too spoilt by Man At The Bus Stop, you see. When this tiny scrawny child who must have been all of eleven and looked like a dishevelled pickpocket child from Oliver Twist stood aside and gestured that I clamber on. I fakely gestured that no, he should step ahead. But he stood his ground. I immediately retracted all my dishevelled pickpocket thoughts and leapt joyfully aboard.

O tidings of comfort and joy.