Bbq tonight in Tooting. Ce soir. Vey tawk loik vat in Tootin. Actually I have no idea. Starting to ramble a bit. It’s a sign! Of something.
I have a shopping list. Someone else will do the cooking. I have three sons and a future son in law who will happily take up the mantle. I expect/hope. Should do anyway, leaving me to relax in a camping chair with a beverage.
There is a Waitrose in Balham. Gateway to the South. One might expect there to be a sign to that effect but I suspect that nowadays most residents of Balham and its environs will have no idea what I’m on about. Peter Sellers. A timeless classic. Look it up.
The diy is finished for now. A highly successful three and a half days of it. The girls excelled as a team at the painting and I did all the bits that required drilling n stuff like that. All is calm on the deck, except for the usual police car siren. Could be an ambulance I suppose. We never get to see. Sounds of the city.
We are not far from the Essex cricket ground here. As a member of Notts CCC I get in for free but Essex are playing away this week. Probs wouldn’t have had enough time to go anyway. Two weeks today I’m off to see Notts v Surrey at Trent Bridge. If anyone wants to come along let me know. I can get guest vouchers for the members area. 29th August. First day.
…
Exam results day today. We no longer have an interest in this but having seen four offspring through the system I know how stressful a time it can be.
…
Must be years since I’ve driven through London. Central London at least. On that occasion I got stung with a congestion charge fine. Totally escaped my mind that I needed to pay the charge. It hadn’t been a thing when I’d last driven through London the time before that.
This time I discovered that everywhere had a 20mph speed limit. No idea whether there will be repercussions as I only noticed this after passing through a speed camera at twenty six mph. Hmm.
No idea why people drive in London. The Premier Inn has no parking. When we got here I parked in a staff parking bay and went in to scope the sitch. The manager said I was fine to park there whilst unloading. Bringing the bags in the person who checked us in was not as confident as the manager so I left the girls to it and went in search of a D3 zone where our Joe had secured us a parking permit.
The nearest D3 parking was only two streets away but this was easier said than done. The high street has traffic lights every 100m or so making progress painfully slow. Streets I had intended to turn down turned out to be one way, the wrong way.
Anyway I’m ere now, in the room. When I found D3 parking there were plenty of spots so that’s ok then. The girls have gone out to find a sewing shop. The largest in London apaz. Then we are off to tooting Lido for a shiver. 90m unheated open air poo!l The things that you do for the love of a good woman 🙂