Pensive, lazy day. Ambled down canal, wallowed in spa at gym, finished book (Swimming Home by Deborah Levy, about which I remain unconvinced), ambled back. Ambitious plans to hit the West End for dinner and cinema abandoned in favour of takeaway curry in (JB out collecting now whilst I recline fatly with the laptop; result).
Picture from this afternoon's ambling, of the Islington tunnel. Liked the trees and sky reflected in the calm, and the glimmer of light at the far end.