This may be the strangest Jubilee - er - manifestation. Let me introduce you to Kingston Eye Hospital's display - two banners, and between them what must, surely, be A Throne. It says - Please Do Not Sit. Luckily, there weren't quite people sitting on the floor today - they had wheelchairs, etc - but it was horribly crowded, and my father's whole run of appointments - a standard run - took over three hours. Even this display was poor recompense.
Earlier in the day, we'd been into St Pancras where - mercifully - Alice had a negative Covid test - with the Gothic architecture providing a great backdrop:
Since both of us have spent the last ten days cycling through every known Covid symptom (albeit mildly) - even if continually testing negative - that was a considerable relief. Who knows? Not what we'd wanted for our vacation, but ...
Coming back over Putney Bridge, thunder skies ...
... and from our pub-hotel room in Wimbledon Village tonight, more dramatic lighting ...
and a somewhat forced attempt at a Happy Family Selfie. Ah well. Alice flies back tomorrow; I stay on, staying at my father's, for a bit ...
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