to big London. I used to do this Journey at least twice a week a couple of years ago. Then I got Parkinsons. Then I got made redundant (hmmmmm). Then I stopped hanging out on trains and so my blog posts got shorter and more arty. I will leave it to you to decide whether you think the latter is an improvement. All I know is that I feel very ahem, rustic as I traipse across West to East and back out to sunny Essex. It’s my sister’s 50th birthday party, hence the odessy.
I do however, finally have somewhere urban enough for my new shoes. They scare the field mice back home but the bling just right here .
Update: I forgot to confess, I love the shoes so much I have actually videoed myself walking in them. Nothing else, just my feet. The Shame.