meh.

this is about as close as i'm getting to the world cup -  a distant observer of flags.

stuff.

some photos from a while back.

mr puppy, no longer resident at albion dr.

dirty house.

rochelle school.

lloyds.

non-linear

some remnants from recent days. tate modern.

they've been dredging the canal.

v&a museum of childhood.

london wall/barbican.

three sophies, a fox, an ant and a brooke

summer dinner party to celebrate two of the sophies (nelson's birthday, fletcher's departure).

london and new york.

brooke.

and our delightful hostess/chef (squid ink pasta with cuttlefish - amazing).

snow day(s)

monday, out my window (i didn't end up going swimming, i found out today that the pool was closed anyway).

that's a lot of snow.

my new white patent leather converse, yet to be worn, though i thought kind of fitting (and the only semi-practical snow bound shoes i have.)

this was about 9am and hoxton square was already full of snow-fighters.

less pretty on hackney road on my way to work. (called in early because one girl didn't turn up. it was mental. nobody went to work so everybody came into the cafe. we were not prepared, nor were we impressed by everyone having such marvelous old-timey fun in london fields. many hot chocolates to be had.)

this is soph's house. i went and stayed the night because nights like this really should be shared.

and in the morning, on my way to work again.

a very rugged-up sophie. we had a mini-frolic in the park. the snow was so deep and fluffy it was great!

frozen canal.

the ducks, like the rest of london, were at a loss as to what to do.

these are quite amusing, the one with tea-bags for eyes especially. 

day two with bones

yes, dear friends, that is blue sky. songs that sprang to mind : 'sun king' by the beatles and 'mr blue sky' by e.l.o.

made some friends while waiting for soph in bethnal green.

i didn't end up taking many photos, and none of soph. we wandered about, had a coffee where she used to work, walked down by the canal to victoria park where we stopped for lunch. i'm still not over white swans, they're just not right.