This week has seemed very long. The reason is that Tigger has resumed full-time working which means that I am without her company during working hours Monday to Friday. This is how it was before the pandemic, of course, and I will no doubt grow accustomed to it again but in the meantime it feels strange and lonely and the time passes more slowly.
Yesterday evening, we had supper out. For quite a while, we have been in the habit of going to Banana Tree in St John Street on Friday evenings, either to buy a takeaway (during lockdown) or sitting in when the rules permitted. We even have a Banana Tree loyalty card! Yesterday, however, we fancied a change and Tigger proposed that I meet her in Leon in Moorgate. Timing would be critical because Tigger would leave her office in the City only at 5 pm while Leon closes at 6 pm. I would leave home around 5 pm too, aiming to reach Moorgate at the same time as Tigger.
The BusChecker app
We both have on our phones an app called BusChecker that shows the next few buses to reach a stop of your choosing, with a countdown in minutes. Using this, I chose the bus that should take me to meet Tigger at the appointed hour. Alas, “The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men Gang aft agley” (Robert Burns).
The thing to remember about the electronic displays at bus stops, or the bus apps on your phone that show bus arrival times in minutes, is that these show “nominal” minutes: they represent how long it would take the bus to reach you if it actually ran straight to you at normal speed. In the city, all kinds of things conspire to slow or halt the bus on its journey. As a result, a minute on the app can turn into 10 minutes or longer in real time. Putting that another way, my bus was late and Tigger had a bit of a wait for me to arrive.
When I did arrive, Tigger told me the Leon had closed early so we would have to find supper elsewhere. We looked at a few places and ended up at Pure. They too close at 6 pm and it was already 5:47 by the time we reached the counter… I managed to gulp down my lentil soup and halloumi wrap in the time but Tigger had to finish hers outside. For this we found a bench next to the bowling green in Finsbury Square.
Today, after a lazy morning, we set out for Myddelton’s deli for lunch and coffee.
On the way we passed this garden. Usually, it is plain grass but today it was dotted with crocuses. As I thought, this site indicates that crocuses flower in late winter and early spring. So where did these crocuses come from? Someone must just have planted them recently.
For the last couple of days, one side of Claremont Square has been closed to vehicles and to pedestrians. The area was taken over by film makers. Today, the crew had gone but there was a lot of equipment still lying around, including a mobile toilet and these traffic cones.
When we reached the deli, all the tables were occupied and there were customers in the shop so we waited politely outside. When our turn came we ordered coffee and a couple of their tasty toasted baguette sandwiches.
Myddelton Square Gardens
We found a bench free in Myddelton Square Garden and ate our lunch there. Fortunately, the weather was warm and the sun shone intermittently between clouds.
Blue sky, white clouds
The sky was summer-blue though dotted with big white clouds that blocked the sun from time to time.
“My friends”, the pigeons were present in the park, of course, some relaxing in the sun and some searching for food. I photographed these three who close by us. (You may wonder why they all passed from right to left and I wondered that too though I have no answer for it.) Why three pictures of pigeons? Because I like pigeons, so there!
Spider and web
Photo by Tigger
On the way home, we encountered this spider, waiting in the centre of a very fine web. While I feel sorry for the poor creature that ends up caught in this trap, I have to admire the web and the skill that goes into building it.
Moth and reflections
We saw this moth perched beside a window in an office block. The window was double-, or perhaps triple-glazed, producing multiple reflections of the moth.