Had a pleasant day in London yesterday. Lunch with a friend, dinner with a son, visited favourite picture in the National Gallery. I saw an oriental man trying to eat soup with a knife and fork ( it was chicken and mushroom. It was labelled as such. But he picked out all the mushroom). I left my umbrella in John Lewis. Got wet. Saw lots of policemen with guns. "Are those real?" husband asked. "No we got them in a cracker," one of them chortled. Well, he asked for that.
Travelled in the Quiet Carriage. I love the Quiet Carriage. Very peaceful, but everyone ready to pounce if there is a whisper of mobile phone or text. I love it when that happens; the sudden cocking of ears, newspapers put down, rolling eyes and Looks exchanged. Then - POW! Someone takes the initiative and tiptoes up to the culprit with the chilling words:,"do you realise that this is the "Quiet Carriage?" Then the breathless wait for the response. And the rest of us all feeling/looking sooooo smug.
It didn't happen yesterday.