Waterloo

The taxi line, which we cruised straight past, with MrP checking out where I've got to.... We're about to hop on a train to meet MrP's Mum, my mother-in-law.

It was a successful visit, but I was detained sorting out her emergency plumbing (thankfully not a euphemism) when the loo went caput. MrP headed back North to collect the dog who'd had a fine old time (thank you to you lovely folk who told me she'd be OK, you were right). Me, I followed later having watched a man charge £80 for a piece of plastic, plus labour, when he finally turned up. What can you do?

This is a late blip, I've back-blipped about the Kraftwerk gig if you're interested! Wine now, journal catching up tomorrow :-)