This week I've been taking advantage of the wonderful transport system our capital boasts. My Oyster card has been taking a caning, all over the place.
Castings, sign-ups, and fun this week. I can go to a casting in the morning, and a sign up in the afternoon in and around central London without staying out all day. I go home in between, and I take London for granted. I'm so close to the places I need to visit, and the kind of work that I do. I honestly could not imagine living anywhere else, even other large cities.
You forget when you normally (over)use cabs that other people exist. All you need to do when you're in a cab is get in the back, and show that you're not up for conversation. Then you can check twitter, email and even facebook on the move. Once you're on a tube, you're stuck staring at your distorted reflection or the person opposite. It's hotter than hell and usually standing room only if you're not canny about what time you travel.
My godmother (and favourite honorary aunt) was celebrating her 35th wedding anniversary by renewing her wedding vows. That was something I didn't want to miss, so I thought I'd hop on a bus since I remember the church being on a main bus route. I hadn't realised just how much of someone else's life you can overhear just by sitting near them. If you're reading this now, it's because you've chosen to... I had no such luck with the woman in front of the bus... I now know that she was late for some kind of committee meeting, and had that very morning 'cured' a man awake from a coma by nudging him. Since she was dressed for the beach, I had trouble believing the first, and pass no comment on the second claim. She made a total of six calls at the top of her voice, each call containing more outlandish scenarios than the last. Soon, other people on the bus had begun to chuckle about her self-important rambling, muttering 'yes, of COURSE you did, dear' as she detailed all her exploits that morning. I doubt if even HM the Queen has a more busy itinerary than hers. It was disappointing when she alighted the bus and lit up a cigarette, stomping along in her flip flops into a side road... Wonder what sort of committee is held along there...
Even so, I preferred her to the youngish guy sitting at the back of another bus. I rarely wear jeans, especially on a hot day, so I was wearing what I would consider a basic short-sleeved dress. I don't believe in showing cleavage and legs, so this was high-necked. Obviously he was a leg man, as I walked towards the back of the bus, his tongue was almost hanging out! He didn't seem to care that I could see him ogling at me, even when I sat down he made it obvious that he was checking me out. Why couldn't I think of something witty to say about eyes popping out. I honestly wasn't showing any more than anyone else would be on a bus on a hot day. Any advice on how to deal with the sort of stares which make you feel uncomfortable, just for getting on a bus and daring to sit down, would be welcome.
One place that I like visiting is my grandmother in her nursing home. She's so well looked after in this private nursing home that I never worry about her welfare any more. She's met a friend, who's a year older but has the same name. The two of them are like peas in a pod. I wanted to post a photo, but thought I'd better not as I don't have their permission. You'll have to imagine two happy white-haired old ladies with tales to tell.
My daughter is at an age where she simply doesn't understand that anything is more interesting or important than her summer holiday. Talking about work or other interests leave her cold. She's more worried about new badminton racquets or trying to entice a stray cat inside. Her summer is really only just beginning, with trips to paintballing and summer parties to attend. My mother who is doing some work for a University has volunteered herself to keep an eye on her. Secretly, I am sure my mother still identifies as a 10 year old. I'm probably the only 'adult' out of all my family. Or at lest the most sophisticated. Don't tell them I said that, they'd probably disagree.
Castings, sign-ups, and fun this week. I can go to a casting in the morning, and a sign up in the afternoon in and around central London without staying out all day. I go home in between, and I take London for granted. I'm so close to the places I need to visit, and the kind of work that I do. I honestly could not imagine living anywhere else, even other large cities.
You forget when you normally (over)use cabs that other people exist. All you need to do when you're in a cab is get in the back, and show that you're not up for conversation. Then you can check twitter, email and even facebook on the move. Once you're on a tube, you're stuck staring at your distorted reflection or the person opposite. It's hotter than hell and usually standing room only if you're not canny about what time you travel.
My godmother (and favourite honorary aunt) was celebrating her 35th wedding anniversary by renewing her wedding vows. That was something I didn't want to miss, so I thought I'd hop on a bus since I remember the church being on a main bus route. I hadn't realised just how much of someone else's life you can overhear just by sitting near them. If you're reading this now, it's because you've chosen to... I had no such luck with the woman in front of the bus... I now know that she was late for some kind of committee meeting, and had that very morning 'cured' a man awake from a coma by nudging him. Since she was dressed for the beach, I had trouble believing the first, and pass no comment on the second claim. She made a total of six calls at the top of her voice, each call containing more outlandish scenarios than the last. Soon, other people on the bus had begun to chuckle about her self-important rambling, muttering 'yes, of COURSE you did, dear' as she detailed all her exploits that morning. I doubt if even HM the Queen has a more busy itinerary than hers. It was disappointing when she alighted the bus and lit up a cigarette, stomping along in her flip flops into a side road... Wonder what sort of committee is held along there...
Even so, I preferred her to the youngish guy sitting at the back of another bus. I rarely wear jeans, especially on a hot day, so I was wearing what I would consider a basic short-sleeved dress. I don't believe in showing cleavage and legs, so this was high-necked. Obviously he was a leg man, as I walked towards the back of the bus, his tongue was almost hanging out! He didn't seem to care that I could see him ogling at me, even when I sat down he made it obvious that he was checking me out. Why couldn't I think of something witty to say about eyes popping out. I honestly wasn't showing any more than anyone else would be on a bus on a hot day. Any advice on how to deal with the sort of stares which make you feel uncomfortable, just for getting on a bus and daring to sit down, would be welcome.
One place that I like visiting is my grandmother in her nursing home. She's so well looked after in this private nursing home that I never worry about her welfare any more. She's met a friend, who's a year older but has the same name. The two of them are like peas in a pod. I wanted to post a photo, but thought I'd better not as I don't have their permission. You'll have to imagine two happy white-haired old ladies with tales to tell.
My daughter is at an age where she simply doesn't understand that anything is more interesting or important than her summer holiday. Talking about work or other interests leave her cold. She's more worried about new badminton racquets or trying to entice a stray cat inside. Her summer is really only just beginning, with trips to paintballing and summer parties to attend. My mother who is doing some work for a University has volunteered herself to keep an eye on her. Secretly, I am sure my mother still identifies as a 10 year old. I'm probably the only 'adult' out of all my family. Or at lest the most sophisticated. Don't tell them I said that, they'd probably disagree.
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