Rerouted

Up early, made coffee and tidied up a bit. Hideous apocalyptic dreams -- nuclear weapons exploding and other such restful stuff. A cheery morning with Mum. Sorted out her nectar card problems, did some tidying in the kitchen on hand and knees in a food cupboard, and so on. Mum fairly cheery, people being steadily supportive. She also had emails from her friend Jana who is planning to visit her which she is looking forward to.

Fond farewells with mum, and I mooched off not long after noon by foot and bus to Mill Hill Broadway. Bought a ticket, bought a cup of tea, and jumped on a train. As my posterior touched the seat, the driver announced there had been a fatality on the line ahead, and the train and the ones further down the line were going nowhere. He advised us to get off and find another way into London.

A slow bus to Kingsbury Circle, talking to Anton and Lorraine on board, then trained down to Victoria where I struck lucky and caught a train to Lewes which was almost ready to leave, and was finally home just before four -- the journey having taken only an extra hour or so. Tired and drained, but delighted to see Lorraine, and I made her tell me everything again from the week from dealing with the fence man, who did a great job, see Pat and Maureen, Story Time this morning, being with Beth and James and so on.  A gold sofa evening, called Mum briefly who'd encountered numskulls at the bank and I will have to email the interim death certificate next week. Lorraine cooked a fish pie with lots of vegetables. Wonderful. 

Brian disgraced himself again in the utility room, and I cleared that up. Received a poetry rejection and then Lorraine and I went tiredly to bed. Toby called, saying he'd just been chatting to Mum. And so to sleep.

The glory that is Kingsbury station.