If no-one objects, I've removed Cape Cod - that side bar was getting mighty long. How familiar are you with Russell Square environs? You can trace my journey from tube to Hospital... I keep meaning to go to exhibitions at the Horse Hospital. 
Poor bird, its little feet encased in concrete. Wonder if he ended up too heavy to fly.
Now would you just look at that price label. All I can say is: that was as fine a Saturday night as they come, and thank you Stuart Thompson.
Precious GG1 or 2 (I still haven't worked it out), sorting out her winter kit at the Cycle Surgery in Holborn, while I sat on the step, reading from, alternately, little B's 'Tell the Time with the Pooh', 'What's the Time, Maisy?' and John Diamond's 'Snake Oil and other preoccupations', all the while panting for breath. Could it be anaemia? Hmm. Madam also reckons ms Shulman won't write back, because that would only be acknowledging that I'd made a valid point. Perhaps GG's right, but if so, what a twisted world we inhabit.
And there's more (whose catchphrase was that?) S~S due for our fortnightly indulgence this evening. Life is far from bad. Song for today: 'Mississipi Goddam', Nina Simone - echoes my tempo and level of frustration perfectly.
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