Picnic in the Street

Yesterday I was carrying the yard waste bags out to the street and I noticed this ladybug (aka ladybird) on one of the discarded stems of the dusty miller (Senecio). I gently broke off that leaf and brought it back to the main plant in the garden, where the ladybug took refuge. I probably disturbed its winter hibernation by trimming away some of the foliage where it was concealed. Hopefully it will find a new retreat until spring comes.

I had to come home yesterday at lunch because our boiler has been leaking and we had a repair scheduled. It only started dripping last week, but by Sunday the leak was worse and I thought, "We can't go away to Spain with this thing dripping like that!" I called British Gas yesterday morning and got a repair window of noon to 6 p.m. I stayed here for the first part of the shift, and Dave relieved me around 1:30 p.m. so I could get back to work. Martin, the engineer, was here by mid-afternoon and our boiler is once again watertight.

It's always something.

Meanwhile, the roofers working on the house next door set up a picnic lunch in the street, right in front of our steps. I'm not sure I've ever seen anyone eat lunch in the street before. I wondered why they didn't use the parking space in front of the house (it's full of roofing supplies, I realized later) or the back garden (maybe too wet). Anyway, they didn't seem to mind.

On the way home in the evening I stopped on Finchley Road for a bubble tea (I get the taro milk with tapioca beads). When this place first opened several years ago it was quite swanky, but now it's looking a little downtrodden. I still like their stuffed bubble-tea toys, even though they are themselves bearing the stains of spilled bubble tea.