The rain has stopped but I am unable to concentrate; it was too exciting. I will sit and read a crime novel instead while next door's dog barks and howls: howoooool! howooool! and someone practices piano on the other side: donk, donk, bong.
I had almost forgotten the surreal sight of a poor homeless woman asleep outside a shop in Oxford Street this morning; beside her was a little cage, and across the inside of the cage a small black brassiere was suspended. Out of one of the cups poked the face of what looked like a skunk but was probably a ferret, its beady eyes fixed on the passers-by.
Did I imagine it?