At the end of platform 1 just before the tunnel, something to stop the wall bulging under the pressure of the water table.
"You look very in love today, " a young man who is dishing out leaflets in Bond Street this afternoon says to Heidi and me, as we politely decline his offering.
There used to be a crowd if not a proper murmuration of starlings in the Grove at this time of year. At the moment, there are only a few lonely birds. Meanwhile, I hear on BBC Radio 4, this morning, that there are an estimated five million in Rome just now. In despair at the volume of their droppings and the all pervading smell, the authorities are playing recordings of starlings in distress, to persuade the birds to go elsewhere. If the sound of the recordings on the radio is anything to judge by they will already have departed rising unanimously in one of those marvelous, formations, that wheel and change shape in the evening sky.