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On the way to work today, on the Playhatch/Sonning roundabout, was a door. A large, red, front door, standing upright in its frame. Through its letterbox protruded a newspaper, on its doorstep was a bottle of milk.

Just sitting there, on the edge of the roundabout. I don't know who put it there or why, but I approve.

I've just been to have my tea and evil-on-toast, and it seems work's kitchen is currently stocked with rather nice multigrain bread. County Pride, it is (thanks to

beckyl for pointing out that I can't read - Country Pride just seemed much more likely), and in a nice dark blue bag.

Which says, in neat script "bread of the moment".

I feel so much more fashionable after my breakfast. You won't catch me eating it next week, though.