10 August 2011
Now this may look like an unusual sight in a quiet residential street, or may seem to be another visible sign of the extra police out today. In fact, the horses pass the end of my street most days; the Bow Police stables are just a little way down the main road and we are obviously on their exercise route. They are very fine horses and the sound of their hooves is much more pleasant than sirens.
So things seem a little more back to normal. The shops were open, I could return my library books, and sit in the square with my pot of tea and a magazine this afternoon. The only visible disorder was our local inebriate having a pee in the bushes (lots of complaints about that in the local newsletter though). However, the proprietor of one corner shop tells us that the other corner shop was mobbed and the owner pushed around while they stole stuff, a sad tale because he does a fabulous job of keeping us all in newspapers, clean clothes, and any ingredient or alcohol you might need on the quick. We managed to visit the allotment without finding that we were the victims of shed break-ins like our neighbours (this has been going on for the last few weeks), dig up some potatoes, bring home the first tomatoes - before the blight really takes a hold - runner beans, the getaway courgettes and, blimey, some big fat cucumbers hidden under the voluminous foliage. The fresh beans were sublime and supper very good indeed. That made me happy.
Thank you very much for your kind comments yesterday. Good to know that you are around.