I managed to get a bit lost at Aldgate East - who changed London when my back was turned? - so a quick tour of E1 before tracking down Fenchurch Street station and catching my connection to Essex.
The Oh so open underground carriages - an Olympic bonus perhaps?
I have left the dogs supervising Joe as he applies a coat of varnish to the back cabin and refurbishes the paint in the engine room. I simply cannot be about when any paint fumes are present because my skin reacts big time and instead of being just a wrinkly old B* I am transformed into a red, bloated, shut-eyed wrinkly old B* ; something to be missed if at all possible. So I have taken the opportunity to visit Mother and left them to it on Yarwood.
I picked up a hire car from Enterprise today so at least I can make myself useful ferrying Mum about getting some things done for her; today the library and the bank, tomorrow the world!
My temporary red wheels