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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Ten for Tuesday: Through My Window

Thanks to everyone for all your lovely comments yesterday! The photographer should send me some proofs on Thursday, so I'll post a few for your perusal. But only if they're good!

I like to look out the window. A lot. It's where I turn when my mind needs to puzzle something out, worry, or just go blank (which happens a lot). It's a good thing, then, that I live on such an interesting street! Here are some of my top window-gazing sights.

1. The red zippy car. This perfectly formed mini-car appeared one day on the sidewalk, zipping by pedestrians and honking, perturbed, at anyone who dared get in its way.






2. The Gaza protest. Back in January 2009, our street was flooded with a stream of protesters who marched to the Israeli embassy. Although the street doesn't look too busy in the photo, the stream of people went on for a good four or five hours.




3. Horses! Apart from the dozen horses that go by every morning at 7:30 am, there are a variety of other horses that head down our street on their way to Kensington Gardens.







4. A shouty man in a sailor's cap. Yes it's true! He turns up about once a week, randomly abusing passers-by.


5. People trawling for treasure in a rubbish bin. People walk by it, stare, then start poking around inside. I have watched this for years, wondering what on earth is inside that magic bin! And then, one day a few weeks ago, the bin disappeared. I am bereft.


6. Screamy bloke. This man appears a few times a week, usually early in the morning. He screams, then runs, then stops and walks normally for 50 metres or so. Then he repeats the routine. I can hear him doing this the length of the street. And there's nobody chasing him.


7. Lady with florescent tights. This is a woman who works in an antique shop across the street -- and she's well into her eighties. While her skirt and top are always sensible (and usually black or brown), her tights are always florescent green, pink or blue! Kudos to her, I say.


OK, so I don't have ten. But really, don't you think these are enough characters to occupy one small patch of London land?