Hanging on the Telephone

Still 'back-blipping' (will catch up eventually!). Sunday morning working, then a trip to Oxford Street to replace battered, red, worn-down Converse with new, bright, telephone box red ones, then walked back to Charing Cross. Much chillier than Saturday though!

I might need to use a telephone box if my poor, dropped-down-the-toilet iphone doesn't come back to life. One last try to bring it back to life, in intensive care a sealed container of dry rice in the airing cupboard.