A well off gent in a designer suit chatting on his phone as he strolled down the high street. A homeless guy strumming at a ukulele absently. The tune sounded vaguely like Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb. The well off gent took a pause, nipped into Greggs. He dropped a couple of pasties to the uke strummer smiled & was on his way without breaking his stride or ending his mobile conversation.

The uke player nodded and mouthed, "Thanks."

No words exchanged, no one patronised. Just another day with the music of life.