Ahead of being allowed to eat out, inside, a questionable start to a sentence if ever there was one, Cornflake and I are just back from eating out, literally, in the street. We are relieved that one of our favourite breakfast venues has survived, and grateful that when it rained we were among the lucky few that were undercover and by a heater.
Undercover, by a heater, it’s mid May FFS..
I’m still waiting for the opportunity to complain about the weather being too hot. I’ve checked the forecast for the coming week and it looks like I’ll have to settle for moaning about the weather being too wet.
Anyhow I’m looking forward to eating out, in, after today.
Coffees and lunches outside on a bench have become the norm for me, for everyone I imagine. It’s ok as long as you have appropriate clothing. Lincoln’s Inn Field is a favourite venue for GorJus and I to meet when she’s not in the studio. She teaches near by and we’ve both become very used to our daily chats, if they are geographically possible we like to fit one in. Morning coffee, lunch, whatever. The crows that live in the park are very sociable and I’ve started feeding them. Meat. The Tower ravens eat ground beef and dog biscuits soaked in blood. I don’t go that far, corned beef slices, that’s what they’re getting. I did wonder about how healthy this might be, but honestly the shite they find in the bins that seems to constitute their daily diet must be worse.
Yesterday many of the murder were outside the park. I opened the pack of beef before the gates and threw some meat, they catch it in flight. As a consequence, I entered the park with a cloud of swirling crows around me.
Joy overload.
I want to arrive everywhere, forever more, surrounded by swooping cawing crows. It might be really expensive in terms of cold meats but it would be worth every penny.
In the park I was wearing jeans, a Liberty print dress, my Dad’s hoody and slip on trainers. I thought for a while that I should have been more dramatically dressed for the full crazy bird woman effect. I have now concluded that much like red lipstick and high heels, a flock of crows elevates any outfit.
fat tart 