09 May 2010
When my friend and I were walking through Victoria Tower Gardens on Friday evening, we came across some of the elephants that have been left throughout London as part of the project to remind us of the plight of Asian elephants. One of my earliest comfort objects had been a pink plastic elephant which might be why these elephants, sitting in the shadow of the Houses of Parliament, cheered me up just when I was beginning to think that if I heard yet one more time the insulting phrase "broken society" - as if we lived in some barren urban dystopia - I might scream. Actually, I did, several times.
Despite the chilly north easterly, my friend thought we should carry on walking down Whitehall and past Downing Street to see what was doing. As it happened, not much, though the warm, dungy scent from Horse Guards was rather lovely.
The rest of the weekend has been spent trying to find more comfort against the ill wind. The cats are doing what cats do best, have tucked their paws in and bagged the most comfortable places for snoozing.
Much against my natural instincts to sit it out with cold hands and a stiff uppper lip, I reluctantly switched the heating back on, then balanced out the extravagance by making some sweet potato and squash soup and bread pudding (I used 2 fluid ozs of sunflower oil rather than suet or butter, and some extra sugar.)
Comfort food in May, after weeks of salads. I should have guessed really.