Wednesday, January 16th 2013
Even though it has not snowed again since Monday, the weather remains cold and I think the temperature has dropped a degree or two. We ran the heating overnight, admittedly on a low setting, something that is rare for us. As Tigger got ready to go to work this morning I noticed she put on an extra layer of clothing and when Tigger puts on an extra layer, look out! It means it’s really cold!
I had some business to see to in Moorgate today. I didn’t want to go out and face the cold and would much rather have stayed indoors but needs must where the devil drives, to quote an expression.
Actually, it wasn’t too bad outside but only because I was dressed for the occasion: five layers of clothing on my top half; long johns under my trousers and my “ninja” around my neck. The thus named “ninja” is a double-layer fleece collar that covers my neck and even my chin. So that I can handle my camera in cold weather without taking off my gloves, I have a pair of mitten gloves that have a pocket covering the fingers that can be turned back to reveal my finger tips. Just recently, however, I have taken to wearing another pair of gloves under them so that my fingers are never exposed to the cold.
I can just about handle my camera with these gloves on though putting on the lens cap with its squeezy latch is a bit tricky. You might think that the white tips on three fingers are for decoration only, but no! These are iPod-friendly gloves – the screen responds to being poked by the white finger tips. (So does the touch-sensitive pad of my laptop.)
While I was in Moorgate, I decided to take a look at some shops that I knew inhabited a street behind the tube station. At the moment, the new railway service called Crossrail is being built and it runs through most of London through underground tunnels. Digging the new tunnels is causing major disruption with road closures and demolition of buildings. Half of the street that I wanted to visit has been done away with and the buildings that once lined that half have been replaced by a massive hole. In the other half, shops and offices remain though I wonder whether their business has been adversely affected.
My attention was then attracted by this shop. It has obviously closed down, though whether it was under threat of demolition or failure caused by the recession, I do not know. Even the name has gone. The strangest part of this vision of desolation is the figures gathered in the windows.
The shop dummies have all been gathered together in the shop windows and here they stand like a squad of soldiers on parade, awaiting news of their fate. There is something vaguely sinister about this gathering of black humanoid but headless bodies, some with arms made of newspaper and sticky tape. Will they be sold, given away or simply be thrown away?
As for me, I was only too happy to enter the warm interior of the tube station, follow the long staircases and escalators down to the depths and board a train back to the Angel.