They say that in England you can always make conversation about two topics with absolute safety.
The weather and public transport.
You look out of the window in the early morning and it is blue and showy.
"Ah yes" you go and pull out your beautifully folded crisp white T shirt. And then you take off the hanger your nice white linen skirt.
Your feet slip into the new blue birkenstocks.
You wrap a cotton cardigan around your waist, just in case.
You drop your tube of 50 sun block in your bag and, oh yes, your teensy-weensy umbrella.
You never know, you say to your self as you walk out into the morning air.
The rest:- the wind, the grey clouds, the thunderstorms, the unexpected blast of heat, the breezes,
the drizzle, the startlingly cold winds; sometimes all within one calendar day.
" Looks like it might rain." they say to each other at the bus stop.
" No shit, Sherlock!" I want to say back. But I don't.
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| The mother swan and her six cygnets in the pond in St James's Park. Assuming they must belong to the Queen. |
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| Looking back towards Buckingham Palace, where the flag was flying at full mast, so she was probably having a nice cup of tea in a china cup whilst I was walking with speed to avoid the oncoming storm |
These big trees of Brockwell Park. Like open fans of green branches. Just asking for a tablecloth to be spread and a wicker hamper to be opened under them.
Walking back up the hill from my daily tussle with the cold waters of the Lido.
Reminds me of those signs they had in the second World War. To confuse those Germans, when they landed in Sussex.
Actually, and you probably know this, but when they thought an invasion was possible, the Home Guard took out all of the signposts. So that everybody got lost for years. And, thank the Lord , nobody invaded.....
Where can you go with easy-jet?
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| just a regular old boiled egg for breakfast |
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| the market. Fruit and fruit |
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| and fruit |
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| left over from the KGB days |
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| Kgb. And this |
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| And probably this. |
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| . And of course, this. Dear Mum, I went to Krakow for a few days.... Krakow. It's in Poland...... Poland. .. I know, I wasn't sure either. It wasn't that far from London on the plane. But you pay for the taxi in Zlotys....Zlotys. Yes, Zlotys. It does sound like snot, I suppose. Stayed in an Air B n' B.....an Air B n' B. it's somebody else's place that you take over for a weekend. Yes Mum, you pay them. No Mum, I don't think your bungalow would work. I rented this place with some friends. Frank and Hilary. Yes Frank is a man. ...No, he stayed up in the loft. ....Yes, I did sleep in the same bed as Hilary. ....Oh, come on Mum . It's 2016. Ate some pierogi. ..No I am not going to spell that. They are dumpling kind of things and they are Polish. Frank and Hilary drank beer. No, Mum, I didn't. We went to see some salt mines that are hundreds of feet underground and there were lots of statues made out of salt and large cathedrals were the workers could pray that they wouldn't get killed. Yes, I know you prefer pepper. The streets are really clean and everyone smokes..Yes, I know that doesn't make sense. They have lots of people doing jobs, like a ticket collector for each train carriage.... Yes, they do all wear uniforms. And I went to Auschwitz. .. Auschwitz. Yes, that's right. Yes, that place....No, I don't think I have words for it.... just the Scale of it really....Humbling, immense......got to go now. Bye Mum.      ......................................................................................................................................... Cheers from Poland. 
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