This is what London looks like in the rain.
I wasn't at work on Thursday, so instead went to Yayoi Kusama at the Tate Modern (go if you can, the Infinity Mirror Room alone is worth the trip - it is entrancing) then walked along the river from Bankside to Southbank, just as the sky turned from grey to greyer and the heavens opened.
I was without a functioning umbrella, my green mac darkened, water seeped into my boots, my hair dripped raindrops. I met a professional pianist sheltering under the Oxo Tower who shook my hand and gave me his card, my camera got an outing, and in the BFI cafe I warmed up with a hot chocolate. It may have been grey and wet, but it wasn't so very bad.
And yesterday I woke to sunshine (and a day stuck in the office, alas), but this morning the sun is also shining, and on today's weather forecast there is not a raincloud in sight.
I'm off to make the most, enjoy your weekend people!
Two titles in as many posts with lyrics from The National, but they just seemed appropriate.