In British folklore, Monday was always washday, the day of the week when families carried out what was, before the invention of washing machines, a major household task. If you have ever watched one of those re-enactment series on TV where a modern family spends a month or so living in the manner of past ages, you will have some idea of how onerous a duty it was.

Happily, we live in modern times when the average family owns a washing machine or, like us, has recourse to paid-for laundry services.

This morning, then, Tigger listed the items to be washed and packed them into the shopping trolley. Then off we went to Amwell Street to deliver the burden to the dry cleaner’s to invoke their laundry service.

It was a beautiful morning, sunny and warm but for a chilly breeze.

House clearance

On our way through Claremont Square, we came upon this sight. A house – or perhaps one of the flats within it – is being cleared. The occupants have presumably departed, leaving considerable clutter behind them. That is all being bagged and tipped out into the street to be carted away to the tip.

A once loved toy

Perhaps it is sentimental of me to find this object rather sad: a once loved toy, now cast out and forgotten. How fickle we humans can be!

Myddelton Square

We paused to take contre-jour photos of Myddelton Square which was luxuriating in spring sunshine. Not altogether successful as photos go but you get the idea, I’m sure.

We delivered our cargo to the dry cleaner, who uttered the ritual phrase “Thursday morning”, and then we were free to disport ourselves.

You probably guessed where we went next.

Myddelton’s deli

Yes, we went across the road to Myddelton’s deli for coffee. They have tables and chairs outside again and so we chose to drink our coffee sitting outside in the sun.

Amwell Street in spring sunshine

I took this photo of Amwell Street while sitting at a table at Myddelton’s.

Afterwards, we made our way home though we may go out again later. If we do, I will be sure to let you know!