miscellany from a nose to the grindstone day

The view from my window when I woke up;

the passage way into Richmond Station;

the British Library locker that wouldn't open - in solidarity with its friends, which also had "Out of Order" stickers on them - once my bag was firmly inside it;

and the reward for a hard day's work: dinner at Ottolenghi - green beans in a charred pineapple and jalapeño dressing, and some smoked labneh.

Book?  Onwards ... progress was made.