R's rue

Walking back from "The Hammer and Pincers" at 10.45, I was glad that we had won the quiz once more. The blue of that hot summer's day sky was melting into sunset's lingering rosiness as velvet blackness crept in from the east. I thought of yesterday and how a painted lady butterfly fluttered into Simon's cottage. I tried to shoo it out but it would not go. It settled  on one of the ceiling beams. Upstairs another painted lady had fluttered through the open bedroom window. Shirley watched it and tried to shoo it out but it would not go. In spite of myself, I sometimes think that butterflies and birds may provide some sort of mysterious signalling at vital points in people's lives. It's probably a load of poppycock but I swear I have witnessed their surprising appearances at key moments and have been left considering what they might suggest. Throughout history, butterflies have been seen as symbols of many things - not only transformation and purity, but...

 Peace Make your presence  Known In my soul from R's rue https://ift.tt/Xy0VQJf

  Walking into town from Bloomsbury , not far from Russell Square I literally bumped into an old friend from North Wales. I had forgotten he was a solicitor in London now as we’d sort of lost touch but it was lovely to see him. We arranged to meet last night and as it was so warm I decided to blow off My Fair Lady for some proper conversation, A very cold Italian beer and a cheap pizza.  Soho was heaving, and felt oppressively busy what with the trans rights supporters  demonstration swelling the street, so we walked down to the south Bank where the air was fresher and the streets less noisy. This morning I packed up a brunch from the hotel dining room and went out with coffee and a book to St James’ Park . It’s already hot and I’m mindful that Avani West Coast trains have already cancelled several trains north this morning so I will plan to return a bit earlier , to make sure I get home I’ve seen some of the visitor posts  of comic con at Olympia on Faceb...