Is this where we come to be citizens? I asked the armed guard at the Xray machine in the light- filled oval lobby.
Yes, it is, sweetheart, he smiled.
Walking back, in the wet, my hair curling with moisture, I passed a homeless man feeding pigeons. He threw bread ahead of me as I walked, and I was escorted by clouds of wings and moving air. I don't mind pigeons, and I understand why people feed them. They are their friends.
Bought a bunch of the white onions. Beautiful potatoes, but I had some at home: I was going to make - and it's bubbling on the stove now - chicken curry for supper.
The old lavender and rose and boxwood trick in front of Borough Hall. It's pretty. I'd like to jump the fence to picnic, though. The plastic edging and massive bark chip mulch tend to distract, but right now this little park is looking very good and well-groomed.
Oh. I ate the little strawberries in one sitting, straight from the box.