Well, I'm glad so many of you don't think I'm completely bonkers for rescuing clothes from the woods. Sometimes I wonder myself!
I forgot to tell you, during yesterday's tales of rubbish picking, that the ugly coffee table has been taken away -- presumably by the garbage collectors, but one never knows. Over the weekend, Olga and I walked up Gondar Gardens, the street where Doris Lessing used to live, and noticed that it was gone.
(Do you suppose it was Doris Lessing's table? Did I miss an incredible eBay opportunity here?)
The cuttings from my beloved bird's foot cactus are putting out tiny sprouts. So it looks like both it and the purple heart, which I reported on about a month ago, have successfully taken root. The purple heart, in fact, is looking downright prosperous, with three shoots and many leaves. Woo hoo!
(Top photo: Marylebone, after French class two weeks ago.)