Pearl in Paul

When Paul bakery first opened in the Kings Road I used to buy olive fougasse for Pearl and Sacha to eat on the way home from school. It always smelt very warm, french and comfortable. I now know Paul as the french motorway services favourite, which is very useful for long journeys on French motorways but mars the experience.  Just prior to sitting in here I saw a fox cross Southwark Bridge road at a pedestrian crossing in broad daylight.

Londis

I used to live on the nineteenth floor of a tower block which had a special rubbish room with a chute. Full bags of rubbish were squeezed into a grey metal door which when closed sent the bag down 19 floors to fill huge grey metal containers on the ground. The containers were on wheels and every day the caretaker would move those filled with rubbish outside to be picked up by the bin men. Someone had written on the side of one of the full containers with magic marker in a neat script "Londis Warehouse".  This is my local store which is rather nice but whenever I see a Londis I think of those bins.

In the wrong place at the wrong time

Some weeks, due to my rather erratic and hectic work schedule, I am worn to within a fraction of my available memory storage. In the past this has manifested as a Tuesday Thursday confusion, whereby I often turn up for a Thursday appointment at the right time but on a Tuesday. In this particular week the confusion had shifted to a Saturday Sunday frame. I am thus at Duke of York's Square waiting for the friend who I thought I was meeting at a chocolate fair at Olympia, when I called in a frantic panic to say the tube was closed and I was going to be very late  there was a brief pause before she replied "but we aren't meeting until tomorrow".