This morning, I went to Pets At Home, was asked whether I had a card. “No.” (I used to have one.) “I used to have lots of pets but now I only rehab.” That earned me an oddly inquisitive look.
On the way back, someone wished me a good morning. Closer to home, I saw two neighbours chatting. I realised that one of them might have Treacher-Collins syndrome. Or not.