Tourist
For reasons I’ve never quite understood, it’s an accepted tradition for people from Birmingham to come down to Stratford for the day at weekends and on Bank Holidays. Maybe they just get tired of breathing the polluted air in the … Continued
Lesser lesson
I don’t have much to say about today: it was cold and dark, and R and I – who had to spend the morning and the first half of the afternoon dealing with the kind of tedious, irritating domestic nonsense … Continued
Chocolate-headed Laughing Gull
I was going to caption the image “scabby”, but decided that this would be unfair: it’s not the gull’s fault that I caught it mid-moult into its breeding plumage, and if we’re talking complexions, mine is nothing to write home … Continued
Last of the day
I went into Stratford this afternoon, for lack of anything better to do, but although it wasn’t actually raining it was cold, and the light was awful. The best thing about my chilly walk along the river was accidentally putting … Continued
Incompetence
Yesterday, on my way from the river to meet R for lunch at BTP, I nipped into White Stuff on Henley Street and bought a jumper in their January sale. Some time after we arrived home, I realised that I’d … Continued
