Sunday 23rd - a sky-banner celebrating England's ashes victory passes over North London.

Monday 24th - pest control destroys a wasps' nest under my roof terrace just before the heavens emptied.


Tuesday 25th - back in E1, I spot twins, identically dressed, trundling leopard skin cases along Whitechapel High Street, the redhead in red hot pants, the brunette in black, but I only manage to catch one on camera, so resort to reconstructing the effect in Photoshop.


Wed 26th - a strange configuration of birds pauses on a neighbouring TV aerial. I can't tell what species they are - too plump for starlings.