It’s been a funny week, what with an old musician pal  of ours not surviving a vehicle collision, and Mr P. having some very painful dental work, stitches and teeth roots out – rather too much pain, and now sicky  dizzy antibiotics. Today, around all the work we slipped out and went down to Trevi, to get a bit of lunch. Trevi is one of my favourite little caffs, it’s a sandwich shop and Italian, which is family owned and been there for ever (40 years). It has such a great feeling as you know there are such a lot of history, tradition and elbow grease in the place. Many of their customers are like extended family. I got a great picture of Mr. P and his trifle. The look on his face was classic (as was the wearing of his ironic christmas jumper that my dad bought him last year) I think the sight of a trifle cheered him up, as earlier in the week he was in that place when you are in so much pain that he never thought he would ever enjoy a trifle or anything again. The food at Trevi  is cheap and delicious. It’s about a mile and a half of walking, mostly down one of the most polluted streets in the country  – though I have a soft spot for Holloway Road, and it does have trees. It has definitely got better over the years, that is for sure. Lots more little cafes and shops, new flats have opened around the University.

Strolled  all the way home too, and visited my favourite hardware shop which has been owned by the same brothers  who have had a shop in the Holloway road since 1973!  Ah, there is something good about roots (not the dental ones) and about watching people growing up and old around you. I moved around so much when  I  was a kid,  and around a small area of north London in my student days and my 20s, it’s nice to have been in the same place for so long, even though I spend much of the  time wishing I was somewhere else. ha ha !

SONG OF THE DAY – Spike Jones -All I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth

very funny!