I went on to Brixton, where I investigated some charity shops, etc. Then I had coffee in a cafe where there was a couple tending a 'special' bloke in a wheelchair with his face hidden in his hood. He was making the most nightmarish noises; groaning gurgling, shouting, wailing, that I nearly had to leave, it was so horrible. Poor bugger. I went into a DIY shopt then, to try and find some high-viz tape, to maybe help me not to fall on the uneven floors. I felt really giddy and strange in the shop, and for about ten minutes after, thought I was going to fall over. Worrying, but it was probably just not eating much and dental stress.
BTW, I will say this for Mrs May, she has a nice selection of colourful bobbly necklaces.
I found a sketchbook with lots of drawings of the late Amazy. I still really miss that cat. She was so silly, good-natured,and way too young to die...
I was not really pleased when she was brought to me, when a friend couldn't keep her (Dog trouble-) as I'd been told she was a shorthair, and she was actually a very fluffy, medium/ longhaired thick-coated gal, which certainly didn't help my asthma. She jumped all over me purring and licking from the start, and soon wore down my resistance, though. She was such a happy cat, too, always lying on her back grinning, with her feet in the air. *Sigh*