Something was wrong...what was it?
Everything looked normal : the buses were red, the cabs black, the sky overcast and dull, the moon moped around listless, the pubs were crowded on the outside with smokers, The Evening Standard was angry and The Metro was happy.......then it dawned upon us like a parting of the clouds and a calling down from heaven, the air was mild, it was not cold!
Yes, the air was easy and caressed the skin, tender was the night!
It's ben a long, long, long time since we could wander out on a summer evening without a jumper or a coat, but this evening, we could, and lovely it was too.
We strolled along the canal to Little Venice and our favourite canal side pub, the Waterway.
The smoking class live alongside the drinking class, they have the guts to live and love dangerously, out of doors, and they all seem to stare longingly at those they seek to ensnare.
It worked, we bought a pint of the Cerella beer he recommended. Lucas has an irresistible smile, but like a lot of Brazilians at the moment, he thinks Pele is an idiot and should keep his mouth shut and stick to kicking a football.
All you warmongers, come, stroll around our town and see how the United Nations can live together. All it takes is jobs, schools, a health service, drinks and music and a strong drinking class.
We thank them for reminding us that we are all just doing what we can, bringing up the children and trying to keep them safe.
Here we proudly present the secret of the Mumtaz' success - Mr Monyul Haque, the chef. No more need be said or written. He is an artist.