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Yearly Archives: 2007
The week that ended with cheese and sunshine
Another quite pleasant partially sunny day today, after a week of same. I began the week with a quintessential London moment. Walked down a street called, promisingly, Post Office Way, hoping to find a post office at the end of … Continue reading
Feeling much better, thank you
What a difference a weekend makes. Especially when taken with nightly doses of Night Nurse, the miracle drug. I have stopped snivelling, mostly, but am cultivating an impressive hacking cough which should keep contaminating fellow passengers at bay long enough … Continue reading
Snivelling in splendid sunshine
A partly lost week, thanks to a very special welcome home gift from the population of London from whom I have evidently been receiving toxic spores for the past seven days: something so special the Brits give it its own … Continue reading
Cloudy with sunny periods and a chance of rain
Sunday was blustery and grey, with madmen sailing up and down the Thames all afternoon, as they were again today. Later Sunday afternoon, I hopped a bus towards Mayfair and found a perch right at the front upstairs, my favourite … Continue reading
Grey becomes us
So, I’ve been two days in London, which has been grey, damp and deliciously cool. Leaving Parma scorching in its 32 degrees, I arrived to a 22 degree Friday afternoon and hopped the bus that all the Ryanair passengers were … Continue reading