Summer's usually a good time for balloons, but it had been almost a month balloonless before I saw this, just metres from my flat on the way to work. The building in whose forecourt it lies is oddly incongruous on this street, looking more like a dilapidated French apartment block than a delapidated North London townhouse like the rest. Perhaps a bomb landed there during the war? It would be easier to find that out than the origin of this balloon, but at the time of writing I know neither.
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