Dog walkers - they must mine a million. I am charging Internet Dating Jane to walk her dog from now on.
The fabulously funny ad for Tate Britain at the tube station - so glad I had to wait a while for the train and was able to read it all. Made me laugh out loud like a mad woman.
The truly awful legless penny whistle player at Bond Street whose repertoire was so devoid of any melody it sounded like screeching taxi brakes. He only stops when someone gives him money. I was tempted to empty my entire purse if he desisted until my bus arrived; luckily it came pronto. Maybe he's actually very clever and very rich.
The great looking cupcakes in Selfridges. I will copy them.
The really good saxophone player outside Selfridges. I would have bought you a cupcake but I had to rush home.
John Lewis - well done for continuing to trade so perkily in these troublesome times. I thought I'd do my bit in linens as, according to last night's tv programme, you are struggling a bit with people not replacing their towels as they are not buying new houses or new bathrooms. I bought new fluffy towels - same colour as old ones. I will have to mark them with similar stains so Mr Smith doesn't notice they're new and somehow, very gradually, introduce the new duvet cover.
And finally: The chap asking for plastic bottles on Freecycle with which to construct a greenhouse. Good luck to him - an ambitious project I feel. I'll save him my bottles.
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