Florence and the Mosaic

At the gloomy end of a ground floor corridor in St Thomas’ Hospital, London, hangs this paper mosaic.

Paper Mosaic

Another Day in London

Home after a lovely day spent with my friend, and ex-colleague, Vicky.
We were heading for the V&A, and the opportunity to look at and take pictures of the Queen Mother’s Gates, a present to her on her eightieth birthday, was a nice start.

They are a beautiful, fanciful; as frothy as the QM’s famous gauzy floating outfits. We touched and looked, and pointed out our favourite bits. I took some snaps.

Cat On a Cold Brick Wall

Here is Not Cat sitting on a wall this morning.

So far, so ordinary. Let me zoom out.

It’s Arrived!

Among the post today a hand written envelope. A rare enough occurrence to get me wondering.

Then I realised; it was my first Christmas card of the season.

Thank-you Vicky! It’s lovely.

Bicycle Repairs and Brown Rice

Fingers crossed, so far I’ve not had a puncture. I do have a repair kit somewhere, but as I had to consult the manual just to get my rear light cover off this morning, I’m not hoping to have to cope with the broken nails and doubtless humiliation that the task probably involves any day soon.

Luckily for me, closish to home, and on my way to and from work, is a little outfit offering sanctuary. It’s a left over from the eighties, a sort of protest and survive pad, a self-help place of the type that you used to find decades ago, but which largely vanished when padded shoulders and big hair became fashionable.

You can probably get the feel of the place from this noticeboard.

Two Meals

I looked out of the window and saw these pigeons tucking into some stale bread with no little energy.

Pigeon Feast

Then, to the right, I saw the staff from the local deli having lunch al fresco with an improvised barbecue.