Forgot to get a Satdee cake, we walked over to the Brunswick centre, in horrid dusty blustery weather. The London Planes are still losing their fluffy seeds and it catches in the back of my throat, scratches my eyes and tiggles my nose. I got the dates wrong and thought it was the Brunswick Fête, but it was just the normal market. We turned back the first time at the British Museum when we came upon an anti Gaza march being tightly patrolled by police, for fear of kettling.
So here is a picture of a mug of tea at Juju's flat. And the lovely coral peony and blue delphinium The GR bought for me in the week.
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