You must be somewhere in London // You must be loving your life in the rain

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!

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Two titles in as many posts with lyrics from The National, but they just seemed appropriate. 

Try not to wonder what the weather will be

I'm going to say it, the weather is getting me down. I'm not usually one of those people that fret about whether we'll get a 'proper' summer or not, and I certainly don't dislike the rain. I grew up in a house with a bedroom on the top floor, and one of my greatest pleasures was lying in bed listening to the soothing sound of it drumming on the roof above. But these past few weeks, and the promise of more unsettled weather to come, are getting to me. Grey skies and puddles, broken umbrellas and leaking boots and a camera that has barely been used of late.

I took these a few weeks ago, when the sky was blue and the magnolias were exploding all over London.