New York to London

Fortunately, I haven’t had to travel into central London today or yesterday, while the strike has been on.

“Kindly avoid being absorbed by ectoplasmic entities”?

Not sure how else to account for this…

I’m trusting that the license plate is telling the truth.

In Wood Green.

In Hackney.

…with this multi-spray-painted Christmas tree on guard.

“Is this the way to the secret pumping station?”

Oh, not a real monkey. Or a real chicken, either. Sorry.

Sun-faded flag bunting, probably left over from the Queen’s Jubilee, almost two years ago.