Big Head

Breakfast with Lorraine, then hopped on a train. Lots of blokes in smart casual garms on the train.  Turns out they were all off to the races at Plumpton. At one point there was a call for any medical personnel to report to one of the carriages, but nobody was helped off at subsequent stations, so I think it may have been some kind of a prank.

Meanwhile Beth and Enzo, released from hospital, and fortunately the wee lad is far better today, after his adventures last night. Everyone relieved of course. 

I continued to Hampstead where I met Mum at the tube station, and we repaired to the The White Bear. A nice drink with Mum, and some food. We discussed her coming down to stay with us for Christmas, while eating unusually tasty cheeseburgers. Very happy that she will not be alone this Christmas. Of course she is sad about Felix dying. She was telling me how kind Wynford had been, and he was even praying as poor Felix was put down.  

We sat near the fire, and Mum drank red wine with enthusiasm, so a careful walk back Hampstead Station where I watched her onto the lifts, and then, half thinking I should have gone with her to Edgware, mooched down to West Hampstead Thameslink, past the house with the giant head outside it.

Journey home unremarkable. Pleased to be at home. Only a small supper required after cheeseburgering. 

Lorraine and I wrapped some presents together which was nice.

Below a mysterious head.