In life there are small misfortunes that happen periodically: catching a cold, losing socks in the washing machine, a potato rotting in the pantry, and if you live in Barcelona, stepping on dog poop. The one the other day was a pointed turd, as my young son pointed out to me while I was dealing with the incident at a fountain. That innocent comment made me go from cursing the responsible party (human, of course) to analyzing the animal's health according to the Bristol Stool Scale, which is a clear example of my brain's erratic rambling: sometimes I don't remember my children's ages, but I know the scale was published in 1997 in theScandinavian Journal of Gastroenterology and it serves to classify human feces into 7 categories, from the most intense constipation to the most watery diarrhea. It is a visual, detailed, and even creative instrument in its descriptions: it uses terms such as sausage, snake and spongy. Look for it, go.

The Nights of the West in the Jardins de Pedralbes began on Wednesday with the characteristic scent of carefree summer festivals, especially the so-called festivals boutique with village. The group chosen to open the 2026 edition was Taburete, the band of Willy Bárcenas and Antón Carreño. Everything within a fairly moderate order: among the more than 2,300 people who filled the venue, there was only one spectator waving a discreet constitutional Spanish flag, and the chants against Pedro Sánchez that have been frequent in other Taburete concerts were not heard. Sense at the upper, so who knows if because they already assume that the Spanish president has his days numbered or because Pedralbes has been weighed.