By five o'clock today, I decided that it was not going to stop raining, so went for a walk anyway but came home more puzzled than when I started out.
These shoes have been sitting under a privet hedge a few streets away for the last three or four days. Is there a barefoot princess in hiding somewhere?
Has she has been stolen by the water gypsies up on the canal?
Or did she just decide to run away with a unicyclist from the circus?
Was she simply seeking to escape the weight of a banal life in Bow?
Has she been turned into a rambling rose on Fish Island, waiting for a passing prince to break the spell?
Or is she just waiting for the the sun to shine again?