I am sat waiting for NewMan who is cycling over to the Bush so we can have dinner with my brother and his future wife. They are currently sheltering in Westfield, waiting to make a run for it over to my flat. I am rummaging for soft warm towels and practicing my best "poor wet NewMan" hugs.
It has been one of those days where I can't help but feel frustrated by the English "summer" weather. Why is it that our sun doesn't shine as brightly? Why are our skies never as blue? Why is our rain distinctly wetter?
I had a long list of errands to run today and so feel like I have been doing my own rain-dodging-dance all day up and down Uxbridge Road. The short periods of time when the rain stopped and the even shorter periods of time when the sun came out felt precious so I dug my iPhone out and took some photographs and with a bit of help from Instagram tried to make the most of them and other moments.
From top to bottom; my room with a wet view, taking the wellies out for a walk, 607 bus, regal Princess Victoria, Retro furniture sale on Askham Road, old photograph of Uxbridge Road hanging in King Solomans, delicious falafel from King Solomans.