Edgware with Mum

Up early and off to Edgware. Lorraine back to Maureen and Pat's, to give Pat a shower. I reading Memories, Dreams, Reflections, an autobiography, of C. G. Jung, which I had started before, found it fascinating and then set it aside. Now I am powering through and I'm finding it a wonderful read. I am listening to it as an  audiobook, and reading the actual book depending on the circumstances. I was today reading the book. Chugging north quite happily, then just as we got into London my head began spinning as I read my book and I felt very odd. I then realised after a moment's panic that it was simple dehydration, having only a cup of coffee and a cup of tea from Lewes station. I had a bottle of water, gulped it down, and then got off still feeling a bit shaky at St Pancras. Having bought a bottle of water, drank it and a sandwich, I was soon back to normal. I tried to give the other part of the sandwich to a homeless man, who declined as he couldn't eat cheese.  

Getting off the bus at Edgware Library, I called Lorraine to reassure her I was fine, I'd called her at St Pancras for few mins to get me grounded.  When I finished talking a sudden hosing shower, and a thunderclap. It was all done in three minutes, however. A nice cup of tea and a long chat with Mum at home, and then we zoomed off to The Waggon and Horses. She is still parking her car in Wynford's drive next door, which Wynford is fine with. We sat at the bar with Steve, who told us again the story of finding Paul unresponsive at 4:05am and giving him CPR till the paramedics took over. Clearly a  traumatising experience for Steve. He has soldiered on registering the death, helping transport the body back Belfast and being in touch with the family and so on. He will lead a group from here to fly out to the funeral. He is a really good guy, I have concluded.

Later, Mum was saying that she didn't think the Waggon felt haunted. Steve said there was supposed to be the ghost of an old man with a pint pot sitting by the fireplace. He also told us about one of the previous owners hanging a picture upstairs, going to bed alone in the locked up pub, and waking up to find the picture had been placed on the floor. Three times this happened apparently, and the then manager decided to hang it elsewhere. 

After a bite to eat,Mum having her usual all day breakfast, and took bits back for the fox and other garden wildlife. Then back to Mum's place for a cup of tea and I set off home.

A bus from Edgware to Mill Hill. Reached the Jolly Badger, then the bus took a diversion, through lots of traffic jams and added half an hour to the journey. I could have walked it in ten minutes.

A migraine on the train from East Croydon to Lewes on the way home.  I was reading my book and shadows and bright sunlight were flickering across the page, and this I think this triggered it. Noticing the colours of the jagged crescent shaped scintillating scotoma. A beautiful bright but rich blue, terracotta, and black and white. Luckily I don't get pain these days, but arrived home feeling wan and very grateful to be home. Beth, James and Enzo there, and Lorraine got some food ready for me. James with a cold. Enzo in a cute baby blue outfit.

An early night.

Below Mum in the Waggon and Horses. The corner where one of the ghosts sit.  Signs of Autumn, the shrivelled leaves of a record hot summer, and clouds at the other end of Mum's street.