Tuesday saw me travel down to Liverpool Street Station to meet a friend. This is becoming a habit.
The smooth train, for the most part, people quiet, getting busier as we neared Liverpool Street itself, and without a cow on the line, signal failure, or pedestrians blocking the line at Shenfield we made it on time.
This time I found I had forgotten my wallet so he generously paid for the coffee and cake. A place called the 'Black Sheep,' fed us by inserting the details on a screen on the wall, watching another screen as your number informed you of the orders progress, and going to the bar to collect. However, even he with a Cambridge degree could not make it work, so he talked to the young woman at the bar and got through via a human.
Another good time, another tip back though this time I got an early train and changed at Chelmsford. With the wait I took out the mobile and found the camera is not very good. I forgot to take his picture, rather annoying as as he moves away I might never see him again.
Having retired from leading a church they are now heading off into the seaside parts of the world. Even if their house sells for a good bit they will not find a cheap one where they wish to go. Having not seen him for years it was a good time.
I cogitated on the return on housing. How do you house so many people? These five storey flats look quite good, but so many, so close together, no escape from people or noise at any time. I wonder if any have been sold?
Even these green fields are being planned for housing. In some areas early building work has commenced, and I doubt these will be much needed council homes. Anyway, I got home, via Tesco, where I was so tired by now I bought plenty, but forgot to buy my dinner.







2 comments:
I hope you do see your friend again...perhaps a trip to see him when he is settled in the new place.
I know what you mean about living in flats.....passed all the expensive blocks of them on the way to San Jose yesterday and Danilo said why would you want to pay a fortune to live in a prison......which is what it seems like to me too.
Fly, Prison is a good word for some flats. Many good people in them, but so easy to find yourself next to the worste kind, and little escape.
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