In the distance I heard the sound of a child being messily murdered... or being denied something it wanted. So hard to tell. Went for a look. The still sobbing child was being sent off to find it's mother. Apparently it shouldn't touch pigeons because they are dirty... Ohhh, a drink machine. Did I mention that it was 39 degrees this day? I got home and there was all this salt in my clothing. I drank 15 or 20 bottles of drink during my wanders.