London Transport Museum

Al and I spent the morning at the London Transport Museum. It's one of our favourite places to visit and we've been there many times.

Chris was with Betsy who was playing another away match. We had a lovely time. We walked over Waterloo Bridge admiring the installations, in particular Under the Baobab which reminded us both of the story, The Princess and the Pea.

I once told Al a story about when I was a teenager and me and my friend G ran for a bus, and leapt on at the open back as it was speeding along. G grabbed hold of the rail awkwardly, and only got one foot on. He swung backwards and forward again and again from the rail as the bus rattled over Putney Bridge (it was the number 22), before I was able to haul him back in. It was very scary really, but of course as we were teenagers we pretended we thought it hilarious. G was going through a Gitanes-Satre-ish phase and I can see him now with his little beret perched on his slicked back hair (so thick with gel it cracked if you pressed it), his skinny black-jeaned leg thrashing about with Putney a blur in the background. He even plucked his eyebrows, so had a permanent look of slight surprise, but at that moment he looked quite astonished, his mouth a perfect 'O'. It was quite a sight, I can tell you. Well, Al has always found this story disproportionately funny and always re-creates it when we are at the museum, as he is doing here.

We came home to a triuphant Betsy (5-0!) and the prospect of a big Sunday Roast followed by a movie.