Today I went up to the flat to clean. I haven’t been for ages, mostly because Mirinda has been working every week day. Today, however, was a bank holiday Monday and the perfect opportunity to go up.
One excellent aspect of going into London on a bank holiday is, believe it or not, the peace, quiet and near empty trains. My journey in couldn’t have been smoother and I was very soon hard at it with Windex and paper towels.
The concierge has been moved from another block in our complex to ours and it’s now very different at the entrance. There was a rather short chap at the desk when I arrived whose forehead I greeted as I swanned by on my way upstairs. When I left, right next to the sign that said the concierge desk is open 24 hours a day, another, handwritten sign beside it, declared that the concierge would return from his lunch in an hour. Clearly they meant 23 hours.
I was there for about three hours before heading back home. At Waterloo I was greeted by a couple of dancing women wearing little more than pink feathers. There was another woman and a young man also dancing. It was rather odd because, apart from the sign they were dancing on, there was little indication as to what they were advertising. (Maybe it was the pink feathers…)
The train home was as delightful as the one in and I was soon back in Farnham, heading up to Starbucks.
Because this is the centenary of the end of WW1, a whole load of metal silhouettes have been made to decorate various bits of the UK. I reckon they’re pretty dramatic. This is ours, next to the war memorial in Gostrey Meadow.
At Starbucks I saw Emily (who I’ve started to call Rosie because of her floristy work and the big tattoo she had done) who has just returned from Amsterdam. I asked her how she’d gone and she said she had a brilliant time. Her favourite bit of the whole trip, she said, was the plane.
I found the idea that the best thing about a holiday was the plane journey a bit hard to fathom but she said it was the first time she’d ever been on one and it was just like a roller coaster. She was very excited. I told her she was crazy. I also told her that that would soon wear off.
I wanted to ask her more about Amsterdam (particularly as she was originally going to Florence) but the customers were building up and I had to let her get on. Perhaps later in the week. Before Saturday, anyway as she’s leaving and that’s her final shift.
I then went and shopped then walked home. The park, once more green and lush, made for a delightful stroll after the concrete and glass of the big city.
I made chicken coconut schnitzel tonight which was deemed delicious.