Wednesday morning found me sitting on a quiet Greater Anglia service for London Liverpool Street. The £25:35 I paid, making use of my old man's ticket, gave me a smooth journey to my destination.
There I met a pink boiled maggot and headed for Costa for coffee (£7:10 for two!)
It has been a year or two since we last met, she coming from Costa, me from the local wilderness, and using Costa for coffee was appropriate. I always inform people that coffee originated in Costa Rica, hence the company name, some believe me!
The usual million people thronged around us, though not for us of course. Trains arrived and trains departed, very smoothly today I must say. However, one whistle blew at one point and I realised how much I miss hearing a whistle blow when trains depart the station. They no longer give two sharp whistles as the leave either, and I think this sad really. The departure time on both trains arrived and we smoothly and quietly began to head for our terminus. All very efficient today, no hindrances, no leaves on the line slowing us down, no jammed doors, no suicides, no lorries hitting the bridges we cross, all was well. On our line at least.
Much renovation and future work in the area and including this station itself. A great huge, and probably empty, towner block is to be built above it, possibly to launder someone's ill gotten gains.
The original station is disappearing as we look.
Early pillars holding up the roof are still in place.
And the colossal Great War memorial of Great Eastern Staff who perished one way or another is still well kept, though two police bikes parked at the bottom tended to block the lower memorial items.
With worry for Fly's health I sought a coffee shop inside the station. I did not wish her to walk too far. I was somewhat surprised, but should not have been, that on leaving she was off on a bus to John Lewis to spend money. I needed to do the gentleman thing here, so naturally I mentioned my war wound, hobbled away, and let her get on with it.
The surrounding area gets higher every time I pass here. What is it with those people who wish to build ridiculous sky scraper office blocks that companies cannot afford to use, and with most people working better from home, do not wish to use?
Some old sights remain, such as this place. I did not enter, it has a good and filthy reputation but it also has London prices. I do not work in one of these towering office blocks so I cannot afford to enter. If I earned their money I would need a security guard to accompany me everywhere.
I have no intention of mentioning the incident where Fly took her stick, placed the hook in the hood of the young man who bumped into her as he passed , and pulled him under that bus. The young policewoman, are they not all young today, was very kind and helpful to Fly here. I wonder if he is still under that bus?
Home, still breathing, and glad to have gone down there, A good day from my point of view. I wonder if fly is still in John Lewis's?
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