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Little things that stick in your mind, trivial things, but curiosities nonetheless. For the last twelve months — at least — there's been a flattened beetroot can squashed into the road on Clayton road. I see it every day. It first appeared as a row of four or five purple smudges, ending in a bent tin where it had fallen off a truck. Gradually it moved to its resting place, becoming flatter and flatter, more firmly embedded into the tarmac. Once or twice a week I ride over it — clack, clack. Today it's gone. A trivial amusement.