April 12th – I met this rough-eared flaneur with something of the night about him in The Butts, Walsall. He seemed elderly and deaf, but he wasn’t scared of me and only retreated upon sight of a dog some yards away.

He seemed a lovely old lad and I think someone must love him very much.

I’m glad the warmer days and lighter evenings are here – the season of cat loafing is upon us.