Well, I’m back in London and find it curiously unchanged—I arrived last night to pouring rain and industrial inaction on the Tube.
I’m staying in a tall terraced house in Camden in a room that overlooks the main road, and I must say it’s good to hear the phlegmy rattle of the black cabs as they go dieseling past the door. Looking forward to a naff caff full English breakfast later this morning too…
The flight was painless, thanks for asking, although I must note that cocktails at 30,000 feet are much less fun now they make you pay for them. I played solo scrabble the whole way across the Atlantic and listened in to a conversation between a 10 year old boy and his mother in the row behind. She plans to marry, and is expecting a baby with a man her son doesn’t much like.
“You don’t love us like you used to” said the son “You already love him more than us and you will love it more and you will keep on having babies and I don’t want them”
“Don’t be silly Tom” said the mother, but when her balding lover stopped to visit row 28 she began to bill and coo at him in such a nauseating fashion that it wasn’t hard to see why Tom was worried.
The man in the row in front, blessedly, did not attempt to put his seat back. When people do this, the comfort derived is so much less than the inconvenience suffered by those behind them, who are nearly sawed in half by their tray tables and can’t see their laptop screens. I recommend that airlines return all seats to the fully upright position and do away with this major in-flight irritation.
I can hardly believe that I am already so close to Appleton Marsh and look forward to seeing you and Flo in a couple of days. I’ll check the coach schedule and with luck I can get to Cheriton Bishop around lunchtime. Perhaps Kirsty could fetch me in the Picasso if I can make it work with her break schedule at Boots?
Thank Flo for her kind offer of the put-you-up but I think it would be foolish for me to risk something folding. I’ll be absolutely fine at the Trust House Forte (they have their own Goblins) and their website says they run a shuttle service to and from your High Street, picking up just outside Sue Ryder.
I know you usually do the window on Thursdays and I promise I won’t hold you back. I’m happy to write price tags, pin things the mannequins or simply run around with the Bissell—all hands on deck for the August Bank Holiday Sale!
Yours back in Blighty, Blabs