Och, it's hard, it's hard. Time is a valuable substance and it's hard to hold it. Activity swells up and sucks it in like a dry sponge, and this writer's life is rather desiccated at the moment. I suppose it's to be expected, what with the struggles that are ongoing, but it can't be denied that we're all getting less for more. This blog, this strange vehicle for something or other, has been spluttering along ever more slowly and now appears to be grinding to a halt, drying up, vanishing.
In the meantime, here's some pictures of Ashington House, Bethnal Green, by Noel Moffett, c.1970.