End of July

1. I have been to Upper Street. This means the Porchetta restaurant. Which is fine.
2. I also went to the PRO, which goes by the name of The National Archives. Or TNA, or rather the TNA. A bit like the Hoi Polloi. Makes me feel rather young fogeyish to be irritated by this relatively novel nomencalture. Rooted around in some historical stuff, and made some subsequent requests for the The Exhibition. A bit like supermaket sweep, with Lux and Lumen and Membranes thrown in, along with the British Constitution and MSS. What happend to Dale Winton?
3. Almost went to the film Mamma Mia, which is supposed to be joyful, despite itself. However, thanks to Orange Wednesdays, turns out it was sold out. Hence Upper Street. And a weird link to brother's brother-in-law Brian. Who works hard, it transpires. Natch.
4. Spotted a fab Condor on the way home, following bike route a pied. Delighted to find out that it takes 40 mins - esp. as this confirms a c18th diary I once catalogued, and recorded an evening stroll from Islington to Spaniard's Inn, Hampstead. Was doubtful, but now sure it was an easy treck.
5. Very warm. No-one is muttering about bad weather now. How long will it last? And why won't the people opposite draw their curtains? My pc faces the window, so it looks like I'm a voyeur, unless I draw mine, but then overheat. Plus, my clothes are on.
6. Exhibition. Snapped at last, and took it out on the one sane person.
7. Planning to head to Edinburgh at weekend. Looking forward to it, not least because feel the need for a break, but missing bunch of stuff, not least getting up to someting with F.