We were a bit sluggish today, partly because I spent most of it under the illusion that it was Sunday – which is perhaps not surprising because during lockdown all days have come to resemble Sundays – and we didn’t go out until 4:30. However, the sun was shining invitingly and so off we went.

Thinking we were probably too late for Myddelton’s, we headed for Jusaka instead. We still went via Amwell Street because I had an important letter to post and the nearest pillar box is in that street.

Cruikshank Street in sunlight

I took this photo looking down Cruikshank Street. As photos go, it is not brilliant but it at least shows how sunny it was – almost springlike.

Tigger took my letter and made for the letterbox while I dawdled and took another photo.

The George and Monkey

This is the local pub, currently called The George and Monkey, though what that name is supposed to signify escapes me. Still, it’s better than the rather unpleasant name by which it was previously known, Filthy McNasty.

In either case, it hardly matters as all pubs are closed for now. How they will survive, I cannot imagine. A lot probably will not, and will disappear or reinvent themselves.

St Mark’s Church in sunshine

St Mark’s Church was also looking cheerful with its façade glowing with sunshine. The weather seemed set fair for the rest of the day.

We cut through Myddelton Square and Chadwell Street and emerged in St John Street. By now, though, the clouds were gathering and there was a distinct threat of rain in the air…

We called in at Jusaka and it was then that the rain started. Nor was it a light shower. To quote a phrase, it started bucketing down.

Bucketing down

We hurried home as quickly as we could, which isn’t easy when you’re carrying cups of hot coffee, but we were dripping impressively by the time we dived indoors.

Once in, we consoled ourselves with hot coffee and a free biscuit each. Thanks, Jusaka!