I have been commuting into London for a couple of months now. Generally the whole thing is better than I imagined and the trains a more often on time than I would have thought (probably 40% of the time). This is ok, since any lateness is a) not significant and b) not noticed as I work very hard when I am there (as you would expect).
I was reading Tori's blog Which had me thinking about the stuff that just happens to me.
Within days of commuting I had got onto the wrong train, one that got me to the place I wanted by 15 other places rather than 2! Last night I did things the other way round. The train was going incredibly fast, I wondered for a few minutes if I would end up far far beyond where I wanted to be. But no, just one station from my stop and then I travelled back one station and arrived before I would have if I had taken the right train - how cool is that?
I am having a new kitchen fitted this week. Tonight I have a new oven.
Tonight I managed to burn a very simple oven based meal. Pies and potato wedges!!!
Son came to the rescue and £20 later we had pizza and chicken wings (the latter he ate pretty much all of)
This weekend I am seeing S.
He is having my old cooker (one which I could never burn a simple meal in) and we are going to an apple festival.
I will have to report about that on Sunday.
Yes, life remains good even if there is a kind of burnt in smell around here, right now!