Circus

I am notoriously terrible at sleeping in hotels, but last night was a particular palaver; sirens, shouty folks, a stuffy room, the weirdest mattress I've ever had the misfortune of laying on, and my stomach being weird meant I barely got a wink in, and Rich didn't fare much better. As such, we found ourselves leaving the hotel a little after 6:30am to head home. Euston underground station was eerily empty (see extra; with added creepy vintage filters to enhance the spookiness), and upon arriving at Oxford Circus we discovered the first Bakerloo train wasn't until 7:30am..! We had resolved to sit there and wait, until an announcement said the station had to be evacuated due to an emergency. Halfway out of the station and another announcement said that the first announcement was a false alarm, but we'd already had our fill of escalators by that point so went to get a bus instead. This turned out to be a great idea as we arrived at Marylebone before the Tube would have got us there, giving us time for a Burger King breakfast. Too much adventure for a Sunday morning though, methinks!

The rest of my day has been much less dramatic; we've watched some wrestling, the 1990 Captain America movie, and I finished my 9th book of my Bookworm Challenge! The Chrysalids by John Wyndham, an excellently unsettling, atmospheric read, though genuinely depressing that its themes are still so relevant now...