Hip Hackney and the beautiful West End Christmas

Thursday 7 December, 2017

The orphanage
The orphanage

The cheek of London restaurants. Even Hackney, one of the most deprived areas – it’s gentrifying. New builds are springing up, the hipsters are moving in. They call it Hip Hackney. This is probably news to many of its original residents but these days shops are slowly moving in to cater to the hip. Restaurants open – if only one of them would produce food that I wanted to eat regularly… There are a few coffee bars that I like to go to but they too are succumbing to the crazy pricing and predictable snacks. At Raw Duck I struggled with the menu to find something small and not ridiculously priced when I went there with Lisa. What I had was delicious and the service attentive.

For £6.50 I chose two small homemade crumpets topped with a few slivers of cheese and a good deal of lime pickle. I meant to ask if the pickle was made in house. It tasted the same as from the jar. All appreciated but I wonder at the price. Lisa paid the same for her charred bread (read burned toast) and housemade orange marmalade. Removing the ricotta to make it vegan didn’t reduce the price. The coffee was pleasant enough.

Whatever you say, when you’re in zone 2 you don’t expect to pay zone 1 prices but you will. Every time.

Crumpets at Raw Duck
Crumpets at Raw Duck

It’s good to see Lisa. I feel for her that, after weeks now, she is still living in a hotel room even if it is a quite nice one. The best thing, though, is how close she is now. When she moves, it won’t be so easy.

On Saturday we went to Netil Market and to Broadway Market. The market is somehow smaller. Have I remembered it properly? We wandered about. It’s still mostly food. Most of it is easy to resist, no matter how lovely. The prices are high for street food but that’s the trend. It’s lovely to be out. I ate some falafel with salad and pickles and thought, yes I’m back.

These brioches...
These brioches…
Victoria Yum, Netil Market
Victoria Yum, Netil Market
Bread at Broadway Market
Bread at Broadway Market

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London Street Art, Dennis Severs House, Rediscovering Artillery Passage

1 December 2017

Redundant Medical report: Last Friday I got a flu shot. I told the nurse I was feeling a bit ‘off’ but we went ahead with it anyway. ‘Off’ in this case was a shakey, anxious feeling that I often get in the morning – from anxiety, from my PVCs, from low blood sugar, who knows!

Friday I didn’t do much. My arm was sore and I felt a bit tired. All normal reactions. That night my feet and hands were crampy – again, seemed normal for the situation. Saturday I relaxed and let it wash over me. Sunday morning I was supposed to meet Caroiine for a flower market and museum visit but she cancelled because she was ill. I was disappointed but by just after lunch I too was feeling ill.

I doubt it was the flu shot. I think I was already sickening for something and I remember now that crampy or cold feelings in my feet can often be a signal for me – no idea why. Monday and Tuesday I just stayed on the couch, Netflixing!  And I made a doll for Esmeralda, who had requested one like her – olive skin, almond eyes and colourful, but smaller than my usual dolls. She actually wanted a few different ones with different moods but I was unprepared for how much longer the smaller ones take so she’s getting one!

Esmeralda's doll
Esmeralda’s doll

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Fish and chips, Matchbox Toys, and thoughts on being back

Sunday, 26 November

It’s taking a bit of time to get settled. More than expected.  Krish talks quite a lot about what he misses. I think I’m more adaptable. I loved being in Turin but I love being back in London too.

Robots in the window
Robots in the window

I’m enjoying the food. The market isn’t as interesting as Porta Palazzo but  I never have shopped there. We noticed a few food carts have started up in Ridley Road. There’s a Chinese food and a falafel wagon. We haven’t dared try them but I think I will.  Then one day we went for a walk past  Sutton House.  They’ve done a really interesting thing there – little toy trucks and cars have been bolted into a fence.

Hackney is the home of Matchbox Toys. It started right here! The brand was introduced by Lesney Products in 1953. I’m quite sure this is why the toys are there at Sutton House.

Cars at Sutton House
Cars at Sutton House

From here we walked over to the fish and chips shop on Well Street. It’s our favourite. I don’t like to have it too often but it’s delicious and here they make it very well, not greasy and always with a smile. We order one piece of haddock, a small chips, and five ‘cod bites,’ which are small pieces of cod fried and meant as snacks or for children. And always a ‘gherkin,’ or pickled cucumber. Sprinkle with salt and vinegar and it’s a feast between the two of us.#

Fish and chips
Fish and chips

On Friday I went for my flu shot. I wasn’t feeling so great. A little shaky, a little lightheaded, but felt quite sure it was a normal thing. I went ahead with the shot, which was fast and painless.

By Friday night, I was starting a sore throat, my pain had the expected ache, but both hands and feet were aching and crampy. This continued through Saturday so I laid low and watched Netflix. Today I’m slowly feeling better but I have the sniffles. Is it the shot and I have mini Flu, or was I getting a virus already? Who knows!

I got some fabric today to make a doll or two for Esmeralda and I have a stew simmering on the stove. I’d meant to make a Thai curry but Krish seems to have either tossed or relocated the curry paste I knew was in there when we went away. So that’s that.

And how about this from Marks & Spencer?

Plum pudding chutney
Plum pudding chutney

 

Mini Jetlag and the Freud Museum

Wednesday, 22 November 7:14am

The view changes - our Robot posse
The view changes – our Robot posse

This time last week we were waking up in Torino and getting our lives back into two big and one little suitcase. We looked out and across to the Alps and to Superga.

Yes, today marks one week.

That first night I climbed into a bed made with icy sheets and woke the next morning earlier than I wanted. Mini jetlag! I remember our first weeks in Italy, napping on the couches after lunch and how luxurious and necessary it felt. No naps in London despite the fatigue.

What does it mean to ‘get back to normal’? I don’t think I’m there yet and, at any rate, being away means a strange compulsion to do something different now – only I’m not sure what.  Normal is not what I strive for but…

Normal life in Hackney?
Normal life in Hackney?

Blogging will be sporadic from now on…maybe.
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The journey home

Wednesday 15 November (Day Fifty-nine)

And here it is. The last morning and the journey home.  Getting ready to leave went more smoothly than for any other journey i can remember. I finished my last-minute packing, made the sandwiches, packed the lunch things and then out of the door.

Cases in the lobby
Cases in the lobby

As expected, there were no seats on the bus as we sped along for the twenty-minute journey to Porta Susa. This was where we got on.

Porta Susa looked a bit more friendly today, although we grappled with where to go and when. I messaged Liat to come meet us. I had a bag full of perishables from the fridge – and something had leaked out of the bag onto my jeans while we were travelling!

Porta Susa
Porta Susa

While waiting for her, Krish noticed that the station had meters to measure the solar power collected.

Solar power
Solar power

With about quarter of hour to spare, we were on the platform waiting for our first train of the day, to Paris.

Porta Susa platform
Porta Susa platform

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