Exit music
We made it to Friday again.
Well done team.
We woke to hear Storm Éowyn raging outside. It was the deepest low to hit the UK and Ireland, had gusts of up to 187 km/h in Ireland, but not here.
But we got gales and rain. On bin day!
So, once Jools left for yoga, I put the bins out and made sure they were up against the lamp post outside the house, so not to blow over in the wind, like many's already had.
Back indie for breakfast and a brew, then to work with three meetings and much updating of databases and spreadsheets.
By mid-morning, as forecasted, the winds dropped, the sky cleared and the sun came out.
As we had to catch an early afternoon train to London, so had taken the day off work, so got chores done, did a tip run and so on.
She got back at half eleven, I had one last meeting, then a pasty Jools brought back for lunch, then pack away before leaving at one for the station.
Camera batteries were charged, and memory cards cleared.
All ready.
We even got a parking space outside the station, so filled that, went inside to buy our tickets and then had half an hour to wait, so went to the buffet for coffee and chocolate.
The train, when it came was pretty empty, so we got seats with a table, and so watched through the large window as the countryside flashed by.
We dozed on the way up, so it seemed quick that we arrived at Stratford, where we detrained and got ready to cross down to Docklands.
The phone rang: it was the vet.
Scully has diabetes, and so needs treatment, but first an assessment on how serious the condition is.
Jools talks with them for ten minutes, with a stay planned, though not booked, so her urine can be tested for crystals.
We had 80 minutes, so I asked Jools if she wanted a drink: coffee or cider?
Coffee, no cider. So I take her to Tap East where I was considering the beers on taps, when I spotted the bottled beers in the cooler, and I cannot resist a Chimay Blue. So, we linger for twenty minutes as I supper the strong but delightful beer.
We walked through the glittering palace that is Westfield. Full of people and shiny things, though nothing really appealed to us. A monument to consumerism if leaves us cold.
Up the escalator, then over the wide footbridge to the regional station, where we went down to catch a Jubilee Line train to Canary Wharf.
We didn't squeeze on the train about to leave, instead getting a seat on the next train which would depart a mere three minutes later.
Not much to report on that trip, the train screeching once it went into tunnels beyond Canning Town, we got out at the deep Canary Wharf station, pausing to take a couple of shots.
We took the two flights of escalators up to the concourse, then stop to take obligatory shot of the entrance to street level where we were to meet friends.
We went to the square, and took seats looking back at the entrance to The Tube, and the buildings surrounding, towering over everything.
Exit music
We made it to Friday again.
Well done team.
We woke to hear Storm Éowyn raging outside. It was the deepest low to hit the UK and Ireland, had gusts of up to 187 km/h in Ireland, but not here.
But we got gales and rain. On bin day!
So, once Jools left for yoga, I put the bins out and made sure they were up against the lamp post outside the house, so not to blow over in the wind, like many's already had.
Back indie for breakfast and a brew, then to work with three meetings and much updating of databases and spreadsheets.
By mid-morning, as forecasted, the winds dropped, the sky cleared and the sun came out.
As we had to catch an early afternoon train to London, so had taken the day off work, so got chores done, did a tip run and so on.
She got back at half eleven, I had one last meeting, then a pasty Jools brought back for lunch, then pack away before leaving at one for the station.
Camera batteries were charged, and memory cards cleared.
All ready.
We even got a parking space outside the station, so filled that, went inside to buy our tickets and then had half an hour to wait, so went to the buffet for coffee and chocolate.
The train, when it came was pretty empty, so we got seats with a table, and so watched through the large window as the countryside flashed by.
We dozed on the way up, so it seemed quick that we arrived at Stratford, where we detrained and got ready to cross down to Docklands.
The phone rang: it was the vet.
Scully has diabetes, and so needs treatment, but first an assessment on how serious the condition is.
Jools talks with them for ten minutes, with a stay planned, though not booked, so her urine can be tested for crystals.
We had 80 minutes, so I asked Jools if she wanted a drink: coffee or cider?
Coffee, no cider. So I take her to Tap East where I was considering the beers on taps, when I spotted the bottled beers in the cooler, and I cannot resist a Chimay Blue. So, we linger for twenty minutes as I supper the strong but delightful beer.
We walked through the glittering palace that is Westfield. Full of people and shiny things, though nothing really appealed to us. A monument to consumerism if leaves us cold.
Up the escalator, then over the wide footbridge to the regional station, where we went down to catch a Jubilee Line train to Canary Wharf.
We didn't squeeze on the train about to leave, instead getting a seat on the next train which would depart a mere three minutes later.
Not much to report on that trip, the train screeching once it went into tunnels beyond Canning Town, we got out at the deep Canary Wharf station, pausing to take a couple of shots.
We took the two flights of escalators up to the concourse, then stop to take obligatory shot of the entrance to street level where we were to meet friends.
We went to the square, and took seats looking back at the entrance to The Tube, and the buildings surrounding, towering over everything.