A barrel of cream came hurtling down the street, rolling at a fantastic speed, narrowly missing an old lady who jumped aside, leaving her walking frame to be crushed by the wooden dairy-danger. My first surprise, when hearing of this, was that cream comes in barrels. My second was that no-one got hurt, considering that the barrel rolled an amazing 1,5 kilometres downhill, before hitting - and this was my third cause of wonder at the way things can turn out – the side of a refuge for homeless cats, where it splintered and sent a rain of thick, double-cream down into the cats' yard. That was one great kitty-feast, I can tell you that much. The miaows of joy went on for hours.