A dozen soft-shoed policemen, young, like anyone’s child, gather at 640am; two, a bit older in blue fatigues, shards of silver in short haircuts, carry battering ram, riot shield, fire extinguisher and pole with noose for holding off dangerous dogs ..voices whisper.. one-who-does-nothing gives smile of authority..and off they go on wake up call … ‘doing the Lambeth Walk’ – hey!
London before the world wakes..no sound of Big Ben, just rattle of trains and long haul flight arrival..red roses droop, fat squirrel shins up railings on empty street.. a blackbird sings. Who starts the day? not the Today programme, after all..
Juggler drops bike; snap snap, close call. London hots up, traffic slows and trains heave. Cards sharpen, swing improves, spyche takes break
Juggler goes radio active (tonight 11pm), diamonds twinkle for Sweet Bean, Minnow makes money on west coast and Apple Crumble is a star at five .. London cold and wet but cherry blossom carried like confetti on the wind..good moments