While R is singing behind me, I'll quickly recount this afternoon's gah moment. We were sitting in The Mall in Bristol, window seats, staring at the falling leaves, amber-colours, rain, grey clouds to blue sky ratio, and the dotcom curvy brown shoes and knee-length jacket of a passing father (probably), and his extended family.

He waved and smiled at us, ouch, and we waved back and carried on talking about dotcom curvy shoes, at which point the door next to us flung open and he came in saying 'You're not allowed to people watch' with a great big smile, to which we quickly and laughingly objected 'No, no no', and received a shoulderly squeeze in return.