Poo-poo

Off to Edgware this morning. Feeling positive, and having lots of creative ideas on the train. Sitting across a from a dad and his 3 year old boy from Lewes to Beast Croydon. They were sitting next to two women either side of the window, and though they didn't know each other were all soon chatting. I got drawn into it a bit when the boy poked a large stem of an umbellifer, perhaps cow parsley, across the aisle. He waggled it under my nose, and I sniffed it and we had a conversation about what it smelled like. Then he did it again, and I pretended to be a bee. The third time he did it, he shouted a gleeful poo-poo! Very funny. Because of Enzo it felt more normal talking to the little boy and his dad. 

Up to Mum, and as I arrived Ben was in his garage, and he was able to come across and sign after Wynford had been. LPA documents signed by mum and me too, and I will post them off tomorrow. I then spent some time with Mum's paperwork, digging through assorted documents, before Mum drove us to the Waggon, where we had a bit of a laugh despite it being empty and being served some food that was very mid, as I have learned to say recently. I played her an AI assisted music track that Toby had put together. 

Unable to get to Lewes due the wrong kind of wankers trespassing on the line, so home via Brighton. Arrived around 8:30 pm and Lorraine had cooked a delicious meal for the win. All well, and felt as if I had achieved something today, as well as having seen mum.

Ominously people are talking about yet another heatwave coming in a week.  

Below peeling paint at Mill Hill Broadway station.