Autumn Continues

Its been a funny day. Sort of cold after the heavy rain last night. But clear and fresh. Blue sky. Walking out of work is a relief. A cat strolls along beside the new builds that are taking some time to sell. There are sunflowers with droopy heads and weird but lovely ironwork fencing. There's people hanging around, moss growing on concrete and drinkers enjoying a beer outside the Bar Story (breakfast and broadband it says outside but its never open on my way to work). An alcoholic crumples his brown paper bag and hurries past. Under the arches the chairs are there but the african ladies are not. All summer they have been there after work, sorting leaves in baskets, in african print dresses with huge puffed sleeves, children racing around. Nobody buys a Big Issue from the man with the intense blue eyes.

I sit on the train between a girl eating miniature pringles and another who sits like a man with her knees wide apart. A man getting on at South Bermondsey licks his lips at the sight of her. Grey greasy hair.

Walking to the exit at London Bridge behind school girls in uniforms with ponytails. Usual difficulties passing through the station concourse against the main flow of people.

In Cafe Nero the staff are being exceedingly slow. I think calm thoughts strongly in order not to get irritated. Drinking cafe mocha and eating wafers that melt in the mouth waiting for the boyfriend to arrive so we can go to the circus.