Sights from the window

I've recently moved to the seat by the window at work, where I watch the National Express coaches come by from the North on their way to Victoria. Then there are coaches full of school children staring out the window, no doubt being taken to the National History museum or some cultural attraction. Last week I saw a butcher's van go by, with the men in the cab dressed in white coats covered in blood. Well, that's what it looked like from the window. 

There's a woman (pictured above as a blur - she's hard to photograph this woman) who comes by twice every day with a child strapped to her front and another two in the huge basket on wheels at the front of her strange bike. She casually takes in her stride the four lanes of traffic on Avenue road, while onlookers from the office above look down aghast (or try and take pictures of her for their own amusement). 

In this picture there only seems to be one child in the basket. I wonder what happened to the other one? Maybe he's using his dinner money to take the bus.