I said goodbye to the garden this morning . . .
. . . and caught the bus to Carlisle and the train to London. Both were perfectly on time. A ride on the underground reunited me with Mrs Tootlepedal at our daughter’ house, and after admiring the ripening figs in the garden . . .
I ended up pushing my granddaughter Evie home from nursery past the magnificent Stockwell bus garage . . .
. . . and settled down for an evening meal with her, Mrs Tootlepedal, and our daughter Annie.
All in all, a very satisfactory day.