It's exactly four months since we went up The Shard and had a wander around Borough Market, an area of London I once knew well.
At the top left of my picture of a fruit stall, you can just make out some of the bars and restaurants that were open on Saturday night when the attack took place.
I wouldn't normally post about something like this, but at this time there needs to be some comment about the repeated attack tweets coming from Donald Trump and his allies, and directed at Sadiq Khan, the Mayor of London.
For the benefit of Donald Trump we aren't going to be panicking or changing our way of life.
Neither are we going to allow our Moslem neighbours to be blamed for these monstrous acts and nor will we allow divisions and hatred to be created - that's what these terrorists want us to do.
We're just going to keep on; being Christians or Moslems or Atheists.
We will go on having a drink or not as we see fit.
Some of us will smoke dope while others would be horrified at the very thought of it.
Some of us will go on being Gay, others will be straight.
Above all, we are not going to be alarmed.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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Today didn't go so well.
I 'overdid' things a bit of Friday and then did the same again on Saturday when we went to watch the cricket for a while.
Everything started to hurt more and more.
Today I had to give Robyn a lift in the morning and found that every bump on the road, every gear change was screaming agony.
So it wasn't the most fun journey of recent times.
Worse, as I waited for her in the car park, I had plenty of time for some sad memories; six years ago this week I went on my last holiday. Little did I know it would be my last chance - if I had I'd have been in Italy.
As it was I had four nights camping in Cornwall, not quite the same thing.
I should be more grateful; there were wild cliff walks and I saw a basking shark arrive all the way from the Caribbean for the summer. I collected sea glass and ate fish and chips.
But every night the weather was appalling - storms and horizontal rain and I was sleeping in a tent that cost me £11-99p in Lidls.
Every night I swore I'd go home early and then in the morning the weather would be wonderful and I'd give it another day.
June is the best time of the year; sunny days, bobbling clouds and long, long evenings.
I miss it.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
