This isn’t a jackdaw

Wandering along the neighbourhood shopping parade today, I saw a lovely bright-eyed jackdaw tucking into a bit of discarded sandwich.
I went to grab my camera to snap it, but I’m using a new handbag, and by the time I’d worked out which of its five pockets I’d put the camera in, the bird had flown.
So here’s a snap of the latest (and, as it says, last ever ) phone book. As we used to say at school, plenty of characters but not much plot.
I have been amusing myself though by looking through it. And feeling relieved that I’m not Mrs. Twaddle, Thursday, Coffin or Clink, or my absolute favourite, Woowat.