The trouble is I was writing Kaiei on the outside patio that's still there. They've taken the chairs and tables away, rot them, but the place still exists. And I was reading Pratchett on the iron bench outside the Christie entrance in the late light of late June, and that bench is also still there. And though I did buy beef on that rainy evening, leaving
incandescens alone at home, I don't recall it so much as the real reason I went out, which was to change my PIN at the bank diagonally across the street following a telephone call about a possible compromise. So maybe the reason I don't like places changing is the cat one: I just don't like change.
ETA: though I have every reason to hate the change to new style and the hoops it makes me jump through, entirely for its own sake
