Tooting Bec

We left our picnic and drinks with friends rather later than planned. And so it was just after midnight that we made it back to Tooting Bec to take a tube - and then a bus - home.  I do like the Northern Line stations: I think these tiles are lovely. It’s such a shame they’ve just stuck an Underground sign on top of them. At some point on the bus journey PY wondered if any of the local takeaways were open. We ended up having a terrible Kebab delivered at half past midnight. We should have just gone to bed.  And the delivery person didn’t even use the new doorbell.