Yesterday favourite food combinations at street fair, mango with chilli. Noticed 8 policemen and thought the usual critical thoughts about bullet proof vests. Approached the oldest looking one and asked if they used them when he started. No he said people used to buy their own. Didn’t feel like the right moment to reveal how much cooler I think it is in England without guns on the cops. Helped the young girl down the street, the one who often makes things up, try to find the cat she lost but it wasn’t true. Thought more about the birthday present I will get my partner that won’t be right. Must give up caring about whether it’s right because among all the possibilities there is also one little quiet lonely hiding-in-a-corner possibility that this could be the right present. Made a sandwich based on latest thing I saw online. It was better on Youtube. When I agreed to let my daughter watch Smurfs movie she put on the white shoes with heels, ready for audience participation. Worst musical moment of the film was hearing Tutti Frutti in a candy store (some film executive thought cute), a cover version that debones Little Richard. As irritating as Madonna remaking Swept Away. Waited more than an hour for the opportunity to get my hands covered in grease and get oil spilled on my clothes at Bike Pirates. Totally worth it. Favourite band at the street party was 7 old guys, drums, trumpet, accordion, accordion, accordion and accordion. Before they made a sound they were the best.