When Dave and I went to Piccadilly for our lunch outing with Olga on Saturday, our car passed this pub near Regent's Park. I liked all the bright, colorful flags, so I resolved to go back and get a picture.
Yesterday at lunch, I left work and made a quick tube run down to Baker Street (one stop) and walked to the pub. And of course, there was a friggin' delivery van parked right in front of it! I couldn't believe my bad luck. I went to get a sandwich and some soup in a nearby Pret a Manger, thinking maybe the van would be gone by the time I was done eating. But no.
So this is the best picture I could get. Fortunately, it's grown on me and now I kind of like it.
Otherwise, yesterday was pretty inconsequential. Olga wouldn't go on her morning walk, and it wasn't even raining. The ground was damp because it had rained, but if that's what was keeping her indoors she's being a little too prissy, in my humble opinion.
Speaking of walking Olga, on Saturday morning's walk, we found this note lying on the wet ground in Billy Fury Way:
Of course what's ironic about this is that Rayyan also apparently lost the note. Presumably it was not taken by aliens, unless they dropped it in Billy Fury Way. (I didn't think to look around for his history book!)