On the platform at St Leonard's Warrior Square.

My brother Ken tells me how he missed an appointment with a friend and his friend with him. They were to meet  "at the pub on Highgate Green". Only it turned out that there were five pubs on the green. "We had a marvellous time visiting each of the pubs one by one but never succeeded in  visiting them at the same time. "Did you meet many other people?" I ask. "Hundreds" says Ken.

In Sutherland Road I spot a squirrel half way up a telephone pole. We look at each other each as surprised as  the other. I walk on and when I look round see the squirrel resting on one of the service struts at the top of the pole. I have the feeling that the pole is more than it has bargained for.