The River Thames at Putney Bridge is drenched in winter
sunshine. The crews of several rowing
boats seem to move very slowly, whilst some just drift on the current, as if very
badly hung-over.
Three big school girls are playing a game that seems to
involve dancing manically with much tossing of heads and waving of arms, but
without moving their feet … in the carriage of a moving train on the Piccadilly
Line.
After a delightful second visit to the John Soane Museum, a
lovely house full of marvellous objects and paintings, some gleaming in the low
winter sun, I emerge in to their tiny shop, and morosely view it’s unlovable
and unaffordable contents. Just as I am
about to leave, I am startled and uplifted by not just one, but two irresistible gifts that I
feel compelled to purchase guiltily, there and then, for a very important
someone. Only you and I know who !