All aboard the 7:06 back home to S Ldn once again.
One day it will be home, Comrades.
WORD on the South Lambeth Road street is that the builders should be done by the end of the month.
I already have heavy withdrawal symptoms from Transpontine olive bread.
The train journey in was half decent.
I fired up the new Weller album and had a wry smile to myself.
Thirty two summers ago and I listened to Our Favourite Shop from start to finish as my morning getting ready routine.
I had a long getting ready routine back in the day, friends.
And here I am, three decades and more doing the same thing with yer man Welller.
I know what I like, Comrades.
It was a smooth cycle over London Bridge and back down to Sunny Stockwell. The Brompton is still suffering minor squeaks. I’m trying to ignore them.
The SW9 day went… WOH.
Fast.
It was a Wear Your Own Clothes day in support of a local charity.
Half the male staff had interpreted this as Wear Shorts to Work day. I almost missed the 7:06, pondering if I can get away with the shorts once again in a school.
PSHE with Year 8 was a lot of fun. The pupils were asked to explore the local community via the magic of Google maps.
This is MY Sunny Stockwell patch.
One of the tasks was to identify some well know landmarks. Boy Y was struggling a little.
I fear that his final work was an online pub crawl of local SW9 boozers.
Chin chin, Boy Y.
A tearful end to the day came with the leaving gathering for a LOVELY staff member.
Travel well…
My after school travels were less exotic: all the way back to bloody Essex.
Arse.
Anna was waiting, along with Daisy and Dotty.
Plus the England t20 and some dipping in and out of Glasto.
And BOOZE.
Here’s to you, Boy Y.