Mistakes Cannot Be Rectified

A belated picture of 61a St. Peter's Street, Islington, where we are staying.  Ours is actually the grey door down the steps, leading to the garden flat.  

 Wandered around the Embankment and the Embankment Gardens.  The Embankment Gardens, as far as I could see, although very well-kept and with plenty of nice places to sit, are principally used as a place to smoke, by the employees from Price Waterhouse across the street.

It may be, in fact, that the clouds of smoke are behind the disappearance of the house sparrow from London.  The garden posts information about this, and requests for volunteer help.
http://www.independent.co.uk/environment/nature/parks-plan-to-boost-londons-house-sparrows-1333412.html

Today's wodge of cake (carrot, again consumed before a picture could be taken) was from the Patisserie Pompidou on Villiers Street, which leads from the Embankment station up to the Strand, by Charing Cross. 

Met JY for dinner at the Boulevard Brasserie (note to a Certain Reader:  They had my favorite salad, the one that's actually bad for you - with frisee, lardons, and a boiled egg.) before going to the theatre in the Strand.

I thought this production was very fizzy, and Rachael Stirling as Lady Gertrude Chiltern, got to wear a very nice periwinkle satin gown.  Some of us were very much interested in this. 

Mostly, mistakes were, in fact, rectified by the end of the play.