A very good morning at the day job, and an afternoon out and about. 

For a short period of time in the early 90s I lived in central London. It was just when Poems on the Underground started up. Forever more I shall associate High Holborn with the poem:

When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope is gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on

Celia, Celia by Adrian Mitchell

And then in the evening I watched a very painful opening match of the Euros 2024 tournament…