Standing in Piccadilly the other day, waiting for a 38 bus which was SUPPOSED to come every 6 minutes (had been waiting more than 40)...
I can't ever look down that street without seeing ghosts...
It's still one of the best and most magical things I have ever seen.
It's a little bit like "The King is dead... long live the King!!" isn't it? for as sad as it is to end the era of Lansdowne Drive, which has been a lovely chapter of my London life, hopefully this little introductory tour of the manse will show that it's not completely a case of 'from the sublime to the ridiculous'...
Yes, that IS Lionel Richie... AND it's signed... I've yet to hear that story myself.
The garden is just gorgeous; not too pristine and sharp-edged, yet still with some shape and layout to it...
There's even a vege patch! and the beginnings of a herb garden... and apparently no one else is much interested in gardening, so I've been given leave to do as I like.
Those are my house plants and seedlings on the step; I just brought them over this morning, and as they'd not been watered for a few days, they were all parched and wilting. Thankfully, I brought the watering can as well.
I've never had an easier journey to work! Those are the roof-tops of Second Work against the sky.
Of course, all those boxes are still there, just against the other wall where you can't see them (the bed was there in the first pic), but at least it's liveable while I take the time to sort things out.
(Click on the scans for large - and possibly readable - versions).
