Underground

A remarkably smooth journey back despite track repairs and it being Sunday.

I love the underground. When my Dad lived in London, I'd go round the corner to Marble Arch, wander the streets of closed shops on a sunday morning and then get on the underground with a book, and sit and read and people watch, and hop on and off. It was warmer on the tube than it ever was in our house. I wish I had that kind of time to burn in that way now.