Oxford St and one of those blinking Tuk Tuks

Wandered round the area behind the BBC. What they now call Fitzrovia. In my time I am sure that was just the area round Bloomsbury? Lovely and quiet, yet so close to the madness of Oxford Circus.

Coffee first in Attendants. We knew already it was down steps in an old street public convenience. Mr B didn't even want to go in. He was right. People sat on one side drinking coffee at (the original?) repurposed urinals. I held my nerve and found proper tables at the end. Been there, done it - getting too old for gimmicky ideas. Coffee was so so - HR Higgins in Friday was the best by far.

J&R met us at the hotel at midday. We had found a nearby pub with Aspalls so had a drink and chat, before walking up Wigmore St to Selfridges. We had a table booked at San Carlo's Alto on the top floor (the Piccadilly branch is our go-to in London.

J&R rushed to catch the Met Line at Baker St before the strike started. Little did we know that it had been called off.

Too early to retire to hotel, despite my aching feet and the cold Northerly wind. So walked along Bond St, Burlington Arcade, Piccadilly, Jermyn St, and back via Regent St. Popped into my beloved Uniqlo on the way, everything seems to have doubled in price since pre-Covid. Don't need clothes anyway.

Back to hotel. Tried ordering a warm soup - but the leek and potato wasn't vegan. Ordered a meze platter instead (it was huge - luckily Mr B helped me out).

NB Those tuk tuks are garish, belt out loud music, and we came across several carrying drunken yobs/couples. Yuk-yuk more like.