…The Guardian’s live coverage of the Ashes will still give you plenty to enjoy. Today’s theme is little moments of utterly irrational happiness — the flipside of irrational hatreds — sent in by readers. Here’s the best so far:
During my time at a third-rate public school in the early 90s, I used to have my property vandalised by some upper-class thug, purely because he was older than me,” says Will Davies. “I walked past him in the street recently, and safe in the knowledge that my premature baldness has rendered me unrecognisable, muttered a word that rhymes with ‘blunt’. Since then, I feel confident that he now wakes in the night in a cold sweat, and that I will very soon get a girlfriend.