Up the A3

We’ve been watching Homeland and something occurred to me today. One of the characters, being quizzed about suicide bombers, said she would continue being a terrorist because her grandfather was killed by a drone attack. Okay, that’s not very good and there’s other issues at play…however, religious people believe that after they die they go to paradise/heaven/nirvana or whatever you want to call it.

They also believe that they will see all of their dearly beloved dead relatives there. They also believe that it’s much better in the afterlife. So, why on earth do they want to exact revenge? Why kill a bunch of people who believe in something different when your death, alone, would ensure you get to this fantastic place all that much quicker? It doesn’t make sense.

Crazy people aside, today I did something I’ve never done before today. I was driven to Canary Wharf.

The Hassells are staying at the flat for the next week and they had to return their hire car to London City Airport so it made sense to swing by the flat to dump all their luggage and passengers first. Fortunately the M25 traffic was running very smooth in the direction we wanted to go because the lanes heading for Heathrow were solid with jam.

The satnav wanted to take us into Central London so, for quite a few miles, we ignored it, heading further round until we were headed into Lewisham and the Blackwall Tunnel. This was the only place we really hit any traffic. Even then, it was moving and we were soon at the flat.

The chill wind blew down the canyons of concrete, as we stepped from the lovely, warm car. We quickly offloaded the bags that have sustained the Hassells halfway round the world (so far) and headed upstairs. Andrew drove off with instructions on how to use the DLR to get back while I gave the others the full tour of the flat.

For ages, I’ve been assuring them that the flat is little bigger than a cupboard. The first thing Jason said was how big the place was. The three of them were pleasantly surprised given the Gary Planted Low Expectations. We then went for a wander so I could give them the lay of the land.

Andrew soon returned and I left them, figuring out what to do first. I gave Lauren the remote and showed her how to access Netflix and she asked if anyone minded if she just sat on the lounge for the next week, armed as she was with more TV than is humanly required.

My trip back to Surrey was uneventful and I was soon back home with Mirinda and Bob.