Supplies

I finally plucked up the courage to ask Emma, from Roeder and Bell, whose boxes/hampers we now order just once in a while, for a photograph. She was easy to photograph, and in fact she's very much the face of R&B on their instagram account, so she's obviously not camera shy!

The "box" is full of lots of goodies, that will gradually feature in our dinners over the next few days, including baby grouse, which Mr A is very excited about cooking. He's been doing well this week - mutton curry, smoked salmon fishcakes, and other delights. If you have the hamper delivered, you have to accept the cardboard box, but I arrange to pick up mine on the bike, so I just decant the stuff into my panniers, and all is fine. I hate the waste involved in taking a cardboard box, which they won't accept back.

I popped out also yesterday morning, to go to Milk. For the first time, I sat in, and managed to work for an hour or so. It's a matter of getting used to it again. Typically, whilst there I ran into a couple of people I know slightly - one retired from work, the other still at work, but presumably working at home. I gave them my "I'm working" hard stare, so they went away after saying hello.

"Home", though, is getting increasingly problematic. They are now breaking up the thick concrete foundations and the tarmac on the former JL depository, and have brought in a jackhammer for that purpose. That'll take at least a couple of weeks, I'm sure. I'm dreading it when they start pile-driving.

In the evening, we watched the splendid opening night of the proms, with Rattle and the LSO. Available for a month on iplayer. It was the first time that I'd come across Thomas Adès, who premiered a new work. It was the sort of minimalist thing that I listen to when working, and not what I expect for a concert performance.