The high drama of the day seems to have been in central London where cavalry horses were spooked by noise from a construction site and ran amok in traffic.
Our day much quieter as we take the tube out to West Harrow to visit Jean. She’ll be ninety next birthday and I’ve known her for nearly sixty years. Have been visiting whenever we’re in London for thirty-five years. Numbers that just seem bizarre.
A glass of wine and lots of catch up. And great entertainment watching the birds outside the French door. Small groups of sparrows joined by a plump robin, attracted by the meal worms Jean has scattered for them. Joined occasionally by a young starling with lovely delicate markings and by a handsome magpie with a striking blue tail.
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