Not that I’m a fan of Lou Reed but the weather today suggested this pun on the refrain of his well known song. The base temperature of 11° C (52° F) was lifted by the sunshine.

In my last post, I showed some cars parked in defiance of the red route regulations and here’s another example of unusual parking behaviour.

Vertical parking

This car has been parked vertically to the pavement rather than the more usual sideways alignment. I suppose one advantage of this would be that it avoids the car being boxed in by others parking too close on either side, though there is little likelihood of such unbecoming behaviour here in genteel Claremont Square.

As it was such a pleasant day, we prolonged our walk by way of Arlington Way, a quiet street that debouches in Rosebery Avenue, next to the historic Sadler’s Wells Theatre made famous by, among others, Joseph Grimaldi.

Shakespeare’s Head

In Arlington Way stands this pub, called Shakespeare’s Head, closed like all its kind and looking rather sad as a result.

New River Head Gardens

On the corner of Arlington Way with Rosebery Avenue are these rather fine gardens. I don’t know what their official name is and I have called them the New River Head Gardens because they occupy land that was once used by the company of that name and the residential apartments, just out if sight on the right in what used to be the waterworks laboratories, also bear that name. Around here, history lies near the surface, so to speak.

Walking along in front of the theatre we found this bus standing at the stop. You might notice something peculiar about it.

No entry at the front

You may spot the no-entry notice on the front door. The front doors of all buses in London have been closed to passengers to help protect drivers from infection. This has caused a problem. Whereas the three-door buses have payment card readers at all three doors, two-door buses have one only at the front next to the driver. So how do you pay on one of those buses? You don’t. You don’t pay fares on any buses in London during the crisis. I don’t know whether similar measures have been adopted in other towns.

From Rosebery Avenue we progressed to St John Street and thence to the Angel crossroads where we called on our friends at Jusaka. They have suspended their loyalty card scheme for now but kindly gave us free coffee today.

A nice cup of coffee

We hurried home to enjoy our coffee. I always transfer mine from the takeaway cup to a proper cup. Well, you have to keep up standards, don’t you? 🙂

During our walk yesterday, we saw these cars parked at the kerb in Pentonville Road.

Parked on the red route

So what? you might be tempted to ask.

The answer is that this is a red route and it is illegal to stop, let alone park, on a red route during business hours on weekdays. The owners of these vehicles obviously believe that there are minimal chances of police or traffic wardens coming by or bothering to issue a ticket.

For all I know, they may be right.

This is just one more indication of the changes in habits and behaviour brought about by the lockdown.

Continuing our survey of the etymology of the names of the days of the week, the first day of the week to take its name from a god and his associated planet is Tuesday, or mardi in French.

As a reminder, here are the names of this day of the week in the five languages previously discussed:

The Babylonian god Nergal was worshipped widely throughout ancient Mesopotamia and his symbol was the lion. He was held to be the god of death, war and destruction but, perhaps counterintuitively, his aid could be sought for protection and assistance. He shows an obvious resemblance to the Roman god Mars and the Germanic Tiw. For more information, see the Wikipedia article on Nergal.

To the Romans, the red planet represented Mars, the god of war and consequently, the patron god of the army. For more on this, see the Wikipedia article on Mars.

In Latin, the name of this god was the same as in modern English, Mars, and the genitive (possessive case) was Martis. The corresponding day of the week was therefore named dies martis or martis dies.

In the Vulgar Latin spoken in what was to become France, martis dies evolved various forms such as martedi, martes (c.f. Spanish martes) and the modern French mardi, in which the Latin origin is still easy to see.

The Germanic equivalent of the Roman Mars was Tiw, known to the Norse as Tyr. The name Tiw was probably pronounced much as we today pronounce the Tue of Tuesday.

To the Angles and Saxons, Tiw was the god of war and treaties. He also stood for justice and honour. As befits a warrior, Tiw was considered a master of swordplay. The Germanic name Tiw is related to the Greek Zeus and Tiw, like Zeus was also a sky god.

Unusually among gods, Tiw had only one hand. According to the myths, the gods banded together to bind the monstrous and evil wolf called Fenrir. They tried to do this by deception and the wolf agreed to be bound only if one of the gods placed his hand in the wolf’s mouth as a token of good faith. Tiw, the honourable, proffered his own hand but the wolf bit it off.

For more about Tiw, see the Wikipedia article on Tyr.

In Anglo-Saxon, the genitive of Tiw was Tiwes and his day was called Tiwesdæg which eventually became the modern Tuesday.

Today is Saturday. Yes, definitely Saturday. I am making the point because I became a little confused yesterday and thought it was Sunday. You might have noticed this if you had visited my blog, or received it via RSS or similar, before I realized my mistake and edited my post. Embarrassing…!

Anyway, sanity has now returned (as far as I can judge), and I’m sure that today is Saturday.

And a lovely sunny day it is too, as you can see from this photo:

Wild Kong in the sunshine

You perhaps recognize the red sculpture, Wild Kong, that I mentioned previously.

The weather invited a leisurely stroll and we were happy to comply.

Flowers on the doorstep

To be honest, I don’t know whether these blooms would be considered by gardeners to be weeds or flowers but I don’t care. I think they made a lovely sight and I would be happy for our own front door to be decked out in the same finery. Several doors in this row were decorated with the same flowers. They have not been planted on purpose, as far as I can see, but have sprung up serendipitously.

Yesterday, I mentioned seeing parcels left on a doorstep, presumably by the delivery person, and slightly “hidden” with a rubbish bag.

Still there

They were still there today and so I took a photo of them. Perhaps the householders are away and unable to take the parcels in. It seems that “dump and run” is the modern paradigm for delivery personnel. They do not bother with picky details such as asking for a signature, either. Perhaps these are no longer required.

Rainbows and other pieces of art continue to appear on railings and windows.

Rainbows in mixed media

I spotted these two today, one painted and the other done by glueing pieces of coloured paper onto a background. I’m sure there’s a technical name for that but it escapes me for now.

When we reached Myddelton’s, we found a queue of customers waiting outside the shop. They were all very well behaved and maintained the regulation distance between one another (and us). We have learned to take this sort of thing patiently though it would have been a lot less endurable if it had been raining as it was yesterday. Everything is better when the sun is shining.

If you are the observant type and have visited my blog before, you will notice that the header image has changed.

When I started this blog, I was labouring under the illusion that I wanted a fresh start with a new blog and a new personality to go with it. Thus SilverCat was born. I looked around for a suitable header image and did not find one. As a temporary measure, I cut a chunk out of one of my photos and used that. If you recall, it looked like this:

Old header image

After a relatively short time, however, it occurred to me that I was really still SilverTiger and wanted to go on being SilverTiger. Being SilverCat felt like being in disguise. So I posted my plaintive Change of name post and became myself again.

The next thing I decided that I wanted to do was to replace the temporary header with the header from my old blog, the one with the tiger’s eyes. It is one of the few photos on my blogs that I did not take myself. I cropped it from an image I found on a royalty-free photo site many years ago. It had accompanied me from 2006 until 2019 and I wanted it to go on accompanying me.

Uploading a new header image is easy and the steps you need to take to install it are clearly laid out and easy to follow. Except, it seems, for the last one. The header image just would not appear. Eventually, I was moved to post a message on the WordPress forum. This was necessary because users of the free service do not have direct access to WordPress support.

I waited for several weeks but no reply was forthcoming. Until today, that is. Eventually someone saw my distress signal and replied. It turned out that the problem was a simple one and equally simple to remedy: I had completed all the steps to replacing the header but for the last one. There was one more button to click and one more option to tick. I had failed to understand this but once I had done it – Bingo! – the header changed and now looks like this:

New header

Restoring my header feels a bit like changing out of a disguise into my normal clothes and becoming myself again.