Monday, March 2, 2020
A Whole Lotta Mud
The ever-mercurial English weather gave us a sunny day yesterday, so Olga and I went to the Heath. Predictably, given all the rain we've had recently, it was a mud bog. I had to very carefully pick my way through some slippery quagmires, but I managed not to fall. Fortunately I wore an old pair of shoes, and they'll never be the same!
Remember how Athlone House used to be covered by a giant shed? Well, the shed is gone now. The trees block a clearer view of the end result, but it looks pretty nice!
From a hilltop near Kenwood House, we could see the BT Tower, a red band circling the top for St. David's Day.
On Parliament Hill, fences have been erected along the paths and at the top, I assume to prevent the crowds from trampling the grass. It's easy to damage the turf with too much foot traffic at this time of year, when it isn't growing and the ground is soft.
A guy was sitting alone on a bench nearby, wearing headphones and singing at the top of his lungs. Everyone took it in stride. Further on, a woman was talking on the phone, telling someone where to find her. "I'm by the singing man," she said.
Olga seemed to be listening intently!
After we got home, the washing machine repairman showed up. He liberated our t-shirts and ordered a new door latch, which should arrive in a few days. He'll install it at no additional cost, and we'll be able to do laundry again. Woo hoo!