

Well, Readers, the kittens have now been liberated from the little back room that was used for while they were settling in, and now they have the run of the stairs and kitchen as well. Plus, the living room when I’m there to make sure that they don’t eat any of the plants/disappear up the chimney. It’s fair to say that it isn’t the most relaxing of occupations, but they are utterly adorable…

Earlier on, I decided to take a trip to Brent Cross – in truth, it’s probably quicker to go the the West End, but i rather like just jumping on a bus, and I rather love Brent Cross’s scale – it’s been modernised recently, but it’s still on a human scale (unlike some of the newer shopping centres) and I absolutely love the diversity of people that you see shopping and eating there.
Anyway, my hunt was for buttons – a friend has recently had a baby, so I’ve made a little jacket in yellow.

And in John Lewis I found these buttons! It gives the jacket a little touch of Bug Woman 🙂

And on the way home, I took the bus via Hendon, and watched what I describe as the ‘priority seat fandango’. Priority seats are usually close to the door of the bus, involve no steps or other awkwardness, and are meant for people who are unable to stand easily. If there’s a priority seat free on the bus, I usually take it, as I have my cane and my balance isn’t so great. However, I’ll stand up if someone gets on who I think is more unsteady than me, and it’s lovely how often people will then stand up for me. Today, a man got on with a suitcase and sat in one of the priority seats as the bus was half empty. Then, when a wobbly lady got on, he leapt up and came and sat next to me, only to move again when a wobbly gentleman got on. Then an extremely wobbly gentleman got on and the wobbly lady got up to let him sit down. This all happens without a word spoken, and it doesn’t seem to matter what colour or creed the people involved are. It feels like London at its very best, and I am always so happy to witness it.
And now, I have to go, as the cats have discovered a ball point pen, and that is definitely not going to end well 🙂
Definitely adorable. But are those buttons practical?🤔 (I envisage massive holes to get the cardigan done up – unless thy’re just for show?)
The kittens are lovely, and I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun with them, as well as trying to keep them out of mischief!
I first went to Brent Cross in the summer of ’76, very soon after it opened. For a teenage girl, it was so exciting – all those clothes shops and cafes – not to mention the elegant fountains. It was a cool place to be in both senses of the word in that extraordinarily hot summer, when walking in London felt like being inside a furnace.