A hard day at the Bank.

Well, interesting times indeed. Today's festivities in the City got off to a reasonable start. I  marched behind the black horse from Cannon Street being herded along by the cops who clearly couldn't wait to get us into the inevitable kettle. I was also given some sunflower seeds by nice man from Guerrilla Gardening. Inside the cordons the atmosphere was lively and optimistic. SingalongaBill, spot the celeb, all good stuff. Eventually of course people thought that it might be nice to leave the area. Explore Climate Camp perhaps. Some hope. Here I got lucky when a combination of being in the right place at the right time , the Met being temporarily caught off balance and deploying my old tactic of pushing her indoors to the front resulted in being part of the Queen Victoria Street breakout. 

So we toddled off for a pint, checked out the Trafalgar Square rally before going on to a fish and chip supper. It's a hard life. Now tomorrow, shall I call in at the Exel or put the second early spuds in? We shall see.