{"id":905,"date":"2008-05-08T00:13:07","date_gmt":"2008-05-07T23:13:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/?p=905"},"modified":"2008-05-08T01:41:31","modified_gmt":"2008-05-08T00:41:31","slug":"days-of-shorts-and-sandals","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/days-of-shorts-and-sandals\/","title":{"rendered":"Days Of Shorts And Sandals"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Awoken by the doorbell, I run downstairs only to greet a Jehovah&#8217;s Witness brandishing a magazine with a candle on the cover. Next month: a different candle.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Not interested, sorry.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Ah.&#8217; She turns to go. &#8216;Still, lovely day, isn&#8217;t it?&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>And it is. Sunshine has finally hit London, with something of a solar vengeance. I stop sneezing from my on-off cold, only to start sneezing from hay fever.<\/p>\n<p>Outside, everyone&#8217;s in shorts and sandals (though not me), where only a few weeks ago it was winter coats, torrential rain, hail and even snow.<\/p>\n<p>Later, I saunter through Trafalgar Square, which now looks like the postcards: pristine fountains, blue sky, happy crowds in sunglasses. I fully expect a musical number to break out at any moment.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t always give to beggars but when I do, I slightly overdo the pleasantries, pleased to find myself in a good mood.<\/p>\n<p>Today, a forlorn-looking fifty-something man standing near Tottenham Court Road asks me for spare change.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;But of course! Certainly! There you go!&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Thanks,&#8217; he says, taken aback. And then: &#8216;If only more people were like you.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>Which in turn takes me aback.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Awoken by the doorbell, I run downstairs only to greet a Jehovah&#8217;s Witness brandishing a magazine with a candle on the cover. Next month: a different candle. &#8216;Not interested, sorry.&#8217; &#8216;Ah.&#8217; She turns to go. &#8216;Still, lovely day, isn&#8217;t it?&#8217; And it is. Sunshine has finally hit London, with something of a solar vengeance. I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-905","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/905","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=905"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/905\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=905"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=905"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=905"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}