On my way into work at 5.15am I saw two skinny men rolling a lorry wheel up Church Street. They were soaking wet and were both panting loudly.
At the Toby Grill a man in a blue fleece jacket and jeans was rummaging through the box of Remembrance Day poppies on the bar while the barmaid pulled him a pint of bitter.
“Where are the pins? You need a pin in it” he said.
“They never came with any; I’m surprised we've got rid of so many” said the barmaid.
At Wood Grange, I lifted the flap of the letter box and half a dozen large black flies dropped out into a stream of run-off that carried them struggling away down the driveway.
A man who was fitting metal window screens to a vacant house on Eastfield Avenue asked me whether I’d like to buy some trainers.
Later, I saw a large pair of Eurimco pumps discarded on a country lane.
The woman at no.36 told me about her wealthy neighbour's recent home improvements:
“It’s unbelievable, he got an interearier[sic] designer in who is a gay from Leeds so it looks amazing!”
Two young men in their twenties were talking on the bus:
"Were you on Black Ops last night?"
"No, I was going to but I had to go up to the shop to get a tin opener."