OK, so I can't drive to work because there aren't enough parking spaces at the mo'.
This is a wee challenge for me as I'm long used to the (relative) comfort of the calm, air-conditioned cocoon of my car. I know that London is overburdened with noxious polluting four-wheeled vehicles, but the bus/tube combination -- something that's standard daily practice for most Londoners -- is rather new to me.
It's really not so bad and the journey is quite painless and, indeed, rather pleasant. I'm armed with Travelcard, iPod and a good (sic) book -- a tracy Emin auto-biography. But I've forgotten how random and Brownium Motion-like the Capital's commuters are, bouncing oblivious into one another.
Q: Should there be a pedestrian efficiency test as there was for cyclists when I was a nipper?
So nowadays the nippy little Mini is relegated to the weekend run to Homebase, B&Q, IKEA and weekends away. That's as it (economically-speaking) really should be, I guess.
But heck, it's hot in the city right now as we're undergoing a late September heatwave.
So tonight I pitch-up at home kinda hot and bothered.
My greeting this evening though was even more vocal than usual. Emmie's deep and annoyingly incessant 'woof' is multiplied by little Bela, our friends Jon & Lana's bundle of canine joy.
These two 'terrors' only egg one another on and encourage each other into increasing naughtiness. And, of course, I'm home alone and sans support from the wonderful P -- who has convinently redoubled her weekday social life.
And to add insult to injury, I now want to know is which one of these furry critters has chewed my shiney new Oyster Card..?
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