Oddly enough my two images of the day are roughly about the same theme.
I spotted this on my way home this morning, a gipsy camp stuck between the main road and an industrial estate, come rain or shine (mostly rain these days).

As for Flupke who'd been missing the whole day putting a real strain on my nerves, she was found stuck in the hutch for totally ignored reasons.
Don't know what happiness means to the former, not much to the latter under these conditions I can tell you.
A comparison that may not sound politically correct, I'm fully aware of that, sorry in advance.
(F. was treated to a lot of cuddles when released from her jail).