I have finally arrived at my digs in London, so I won’t bore you with my flight photos nor stories about the coughing child, no masks available and having to climb over the sleeping man next to me to get a mask from my carry-on . Nor about train that specifically runs to only to an airport but has no space for suitcases.
What I will say about today is that I finally have had to put have had to put my hand in my pocket and pay for something. Sadly, I was doing so well as a prepaid traveller.
On arrival in Stansted I discovered that my suitcase had been tortured in transit and now a wheel is falling off making negotiating London Underground very treacherous. So not only will a new suitcase be required, but I had to take a black cab from Liverpool St station. £30. But at least I didn’t kill myself trying to get the tube.
And it is hot here, 29° so I was very grateful when I arrived and found my bedsit temperature was set on 16°. Very refreshing until I acclimatised and had to turn the temperature up.
This isn’t my usual studio apartment. Normally I have a larger one in the basement overlooking the delightful rear garden.
This time I am on the ground floor so I didn’t have to wrangle my suitcase up narrow Victorian staircases, but it is a bit noisier here and slightly claustrophobic. Still it will do for six nights.
Now to see if I can install an extra eSIM on my phone.
Father M 