Today's image is from my "shop window" collection, Whitechapel. The hand belongs to Nick and this was just before we almost got caught up in what felt like a scene from a movie or The Bill. A guy was running full pelt at us and shouting "call the police..call the police ... they are going to kill me." And true enough there was a group of mean looking guys coming after him in hoodies. Now I was all set to call the police - of course - but Nick said no and just at that moment a police car appeared around the corner and the group immediately broke up and started to saunter back the way they came. A typical Sunday afternoon in east London I guess.
Blimey it has been a week since I drank cava and ate cake to say goodbye to my colleagues.
I feel I should have done a lot more than I have. Too distracted by shopping online [or rather "window" shopping if that is the right term for browsing on line and not actually spending money] and writing poetry. Next week there will be serious work done I promise. I have a flat to clear.
Ebay here I come ...