White birch

There are a few white birches along a nearby street - not so common in London. They remind me of my childhood in upstate New York.
The extra shows a pirate flag on a very grey day. The river was busy with lots of birds and sculls today.
The family WhatsApp was buzzing today. B’s mum was up in the night due to massive argumentative queues for petrol at the station up the road from her. The police were called. B was keeping us up to date on political news. And daughter C has been cleaning out her department office (after 18 months working from home) and has found many strange things.