Putting a big coloureds wash on first thing because while it’s still cold and overcast it’s at least no longer 2C and covered in a blanket of some kind of revolting mizzle.
Bus up to Crystal Palace, passing yet more big trouble a-knockin’ for Thames Water
That wasn’t there yesterday. The winter has just been a steady stream of burst pipes around here. I think the whole area must be end-of-life (and Thames Water have invested precisely nothing).
Pub lunch where they surprised me with a set menu, two courses for £18. Pork and harissa scotch egg, minute steak frites.
I’m sure it won’t be to the taste of many, but it was warm, tasty and cooked by someone other than me.
Then a walk back deliberately by the long route, down Sydenham Hill and along the south circular. Watched a fire engine bully his way through the traffic before turning, practically on two wheels, into one of the side housing estates.
Oh, and a young man stopped his Lime bike to tell me how much he liked my jacket 
This thing
It’s a most peculiar effect, the only garment I’ve ever owned that if I go out wearing it I can almost guarantee that someone will pass a comment in the street.