To Richmond, on Saturday, where we found tropical weather and a pair of recycled shoes.
They were attached to Pix, who was accompanied by a sock being knitted on two circular needles. She darned in some of my ends (yay!) while I knitted about half an inch of her sock (double yay!) and discovered the delight that is two circ socking. A win-win-win situation for me, really.
We (as in Pix and I) hope we persuaded Karen to join us on a future knitting jaunt. After all, she’s got a lovely wip on the way.
On Sunday we (as in the spawn and I) attended the UK premier of The Rise of Darkrai courtesy of 1stSon who had won tickets in a competition. I shall draw a discreet veil over the experience of the film itself, the screaming children, the fighting for freebies, the hearing-loss resulting from the volume of the soundtrack, the stench of stale popcorn and the brain-death resulting from the narrative.
Afterwards, in the centre of Leicester Square, we drew (relatively) free breath in the small and unexpected park and watched a pigeon take a shower in the fountain.
For a brief moment, what with the sunshine and the birdsong and the gentle sound of water, we might have been somewhere else entirely than the place where we were. Which just went to show how lovely the place where we really were really had been all the time, just without our noticing.
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Wow, look at those shoes! and a pigeon having a shower! Such happiness here.
Ha. The yarn hasn’t even arrived yet. Meanwhile I am making a rock star scarf for Pete, who is humouring me about it.
What is a rock star scarf?
Why, a scarf to be worn by a rock star at his gig next week, m’Lady. I’ll post a pic. I’m not ashamed.
Oh but this is totally wonderful! The counterpoint of pigeon-shower-time and people-passing-in-Leicester-Square time is perfect.
Merci TG 🙂 Yes, speedy whizzy Londoners offset by langourous toilette.
Karen, ah haaa! I await with eager anticipation.
Speaking of pigeons, here is a pelican eating one alive.
Gee, thanks for that. I’ve never seen the St James’s Park pelicans. They appear to have a colourful history. Perhaps that clip should be added to the website which only has this obviously rather tame anecdote:
Maybe I could hire one and leave it in my kitchen cupboard until it ate all the mice.