Considering how much I hate shopping, I did a remarkable amount of it today: bought a new TV, bought some jeans, bought two duvet cover sets in John Lewis’ sale. And then – the pièce de résistance – completed a set of inter-household negotiations that would have got me a standing ovation at the UN, and booked a holiday.
Toadally. Zorsted.
R and I did manage a couple of hours out and about in Stratford this afternoon, but I didn’t have to go more than a couple of dozen steps from the car, and take a deep breath, to realise that Tuesday’s back injury is far from healed, and lugging a large metal bodied camera and lens around my usual brisk bridge-to-bridge riverside walk was not going to be much fun. So I went to Holy Trinity churchyard instead, where I had a chat with a nice couple who go there regularly to put out bird food, and then stood quietly in the shadows of the yews for a few minutes, photographing some of the birds and squirrels as they came in to feed.
R: L2, C1, D21.
