I had to go to work one sunday as one of my teams was launching a new product. Given that the Metropolitan Line and Jubilee Line, as usual, was down, had to take a taxi. I took the following photographs on the way from Baker Street to Canary Wharf. This is the first lot.
A laughing baby with her mother bent over her. She was laughing away so loudly that i could hear her in the car.
These are the evil berries from the fairy tales. Or tiny suns which are born. Each of these sun break free and then float up to the sky at night and then expand into suns when the day breaks. Or so ma told me.