Rain on the canal. 
It did rain for a considerable part of the day. 
On Monday Donald and I had walked to Watson crescent and had quietly sung 'happy birthday' outside of the door of 27.
This morning I heard of Pensioners sad news, it's hard to take. 
This evening Donald and I simultaneously watched TV shows and real life, out of the windows, Murdoch Terrace goings ons with loads of police cars and vans and ambulance. We'll never find out what it all was about but life isn't always pretty.