Another day in London
The train emerged into fog after passing under the south downs this morning. It had been bright and sunny in Brighton. Once up to London I made a schoolboy error and tried to bus it to Euston from Victoria. A magical mystery tour, and not in a good way. Arrived late but had a fun day despite feeling a coldy, and worked most of the day with Pat. We broke for lunch, and Pat took me to an all you can eat Indian buffet.
The office where I am working is in Tavistock Square, almost exactly where the bus was blown up on 7th July 05. In the afternoon Pat and I were thinking about concepts and looking down into the square full of trees. No place for carnage.
April, who is a very pregnant art director from New Jersey. I asked her about her beautiful tattoo, which is inside her wrist and is of a winged elephant holding a star in its trunk. Turns out she had a miscarriage, and she got the tattoo as a memorial to her unborn child, and the elephant is so it would always be remembered.
After work decided to avoid the ratruns in the crowded tubes and walk to Embankment station. I enjoyed strolling south through the sunny tree-filled squares and down the old grand streets. There are times when London is very beautiful.
Then the usual ghastly commute back to Brighton, with the train being delayed for 45 minutes. Eventually home and Calliope was in the Twitten miaowing in welcome when she saw me. Upstairs another new toilet roll had been shredded.
The train emerged into fog after passing under the south downs this morning. It had been bright and sunny in Brighton. Once up to London I made a schoolboy error and tried to bus it to Euston from Victoria. A magical mystery tour, and not in a good way. Arrived late but had a fun day despite feeling a coldy, and worked most of the day with Pat. We broke for lunch, and Pat took me to an all you can eat Indian buffet.
The office where I am working is in Tavistock Square, almost exactly where the bus was blown up on 7th July 05. In the afternoon Pat and I were thinking about concepts and looking down into the square full of trees. No place for carnage.
April, who is a very pregnant art director from New Jersey. I asked her about her beautiful tattoo, which is inside her wrist and is of a winged elephant holding a star in its trunk. Turns out she had a miscarriage, and she got the tattoo as a memorial to her unborn child, and the elephant is so it would always be remembered.
After work decided to avoid the ratruns in the crowded tubes and walk to Embankment station. I enjoyed strolling south through the sunny tree-filled squares and down the old grand streets. There are times when London is very beautiful.
Then the usual ghastly commute back to Brighton, with the train being delayed for 45 minutes. Eventually home and Calliope was in the Twitten miaowing in welcome when she saw me. Upstairs another new toilet roll had been shredded.
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