It was rather foggy in the South East today. A lot of planes were delayed (one was delayed for 16 hours from Heathrow to Germany) and there was chaos on the roads. Fortunately I was neither on a plane or in a car.
I was headed into town to finish cleaning the flat ahead of Mirinda’s re-occupation next week. Mirinda is still full of cold and I left her tucked up in bed as I headed out.
It was delightfully quiet on the trip to Canary Wharf. The train was slightly delayed because of signalling problems but it didn’t really matter. I was happy with my book and the train was not crowded or boisterous. I was glad I had my book because, of course you couldn’t see anything outside the train apart from the thick milky fog.
Even the Jubilee line was reasonable as I headed under the river the requisite number of times.
The flat didn’t need a lot of work given I’d managed more than half of it a few weeks ago and I was on my way back almost before I arrived.
Lost in the fog
I stopped off in Farnham in order to buy dinner, medication and soup ingredients and then home.
That’t how it used to be going to school in fact worse. Good thing Mirinda didn’t go out love mum xxx