OK, so regarding possible revised names for Toad in the Hole, and still semi-alliterative, then, “Banger in Batter.”
Regarding original topic, coronavirus-stories:
Just returned from a 12-day London trip. Longest trip devoted specifically to that wonderful place. Some observations:
People on the street, and at Heathrow Airport on departure, wearing medical masks, covering their mouth but not their nose. Why a mask, then?
Second day, Sunday, March 8, final day of a special “Troy” exhibition at the British Museum. Fabulous artifacts and displays, almost all from the Museum’s own collection, but it was absolutely packed with people. No distancing, as none was being suggested, and it was tough to get close to many objects, or to read the single, tiny descriptive cards at many displays. Aggravating crowd, of which we were a part!
But on later days at other institutions, the crowd had thinned to almost no one - an exceptional Hockney show at the National Portrait Gallery, an enormous Picasso show at the Royal Academy of Arts, and a Titian show (7 incredible paintings, tiny attendance) at the National Gallery. As our vacation continued, it was just a few people and all the art - wonderful and sad at the same time. And now, museums have closed for the time being.
And John Soane’s museum - no queue to get in, very few people inside, but it was still a confusing maze inside even without being packed with a maximum admittance. The Tube was another matter . . . a virtually confrontational rugby scrum ordeal, especially during rush hour, until the last couple of days. The morning we left London, things were thinning considerably. Rebecca, the marvelous woman who worked breakfast at our B&B said that day was the first time she’d gotten a seat on the morning Bakerloo Line in months! Again, wonderful and sad at the same time.
