Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Tuesday, November 21/2017

Have a list for the day, which we get started on fairly early, as the wifi dies at Starbucks mid-morning. Down Goldhawk Road to buy more corduroy - my favourite fabric and becoming inexplicably difficult to find. Not so difficult this time, as we remember which of the many fabric shops (almost all run by Sikhs) actually had black corduroy last year and start there. So mission accomplished almost instantly, which gives us time for a quick look at Shepherd's Bush Market and a sample of the spring rolls at the busy food stall at the corner. 

Second errand is buying the train tickets for Saturday's run out to Gatwick. So to King's Cross/St Pancras, where we follow the wheelchair route - establishing the location of the lifts for next weekend with the luggage. St Pancras has pianos in the hall, one of which is being played, as usual by someone with talent. Fortunately no chopsticks players here. The girl who sells the tickets says that on Saturday we'll have to go from London Bridge not St Pancras as there will be weekend works. But at London Bridge, surely? No, but she's already on the phone. Yes, yes. That would be Sunday - on Saturday you can go from St Pancras. Which leaves me unsure whether to be pleased that I checked online for weekend planned engineering disruptions - or worried that the girl's new information still seems not quite right, as I'd thought the London Bridge works were longer term than a day. As usual, we'll leave early enough to deal with most eventualities. 

Errands on Kilburn High Road, include buying low dosage aspirins. They're much cheaper at Savers than anywhere else, but oddly enough there is a regulation (everywhere, not just at Savers) preventing the purchase of more than two packets at a time, each packet containing 28 tablets in blister pack. So the winter's supply involves J and I each buying our two packets on more than one occasion, without actually having to pretend we don't know each other.  Does seem odd. Surely anyone attempting suicide could find a more efficient method. Don't know if the blister packs would slow down a determined child, but they would have been a definite deterrent to my mother.