No time (too much gadding, sorry) to do a proper post … but here are some brief lessons learnt from my latest London adventures.
* When it’s a tube strike, and you’re filtering past a roughly mile-long tailback on a rat run towards Finsbury Park, it’s probably kind not to look *too* happy. Those drivers are already having a pretty horrible day, and you’re about to take a massive traffic-free shortcut through the park. Be nice, people
* London is only really foggy in Dickens novels and Americans’ imaginations. Except when it actually is foggy. Lucky I’d brought my lights. Bizarrely, one of them managed to hop of the handlebars of my Brompton and into my jacket pocket on the way. I’ve still no idea how this happened
* The school run is perfectly possible in the rain – especially if you have a spare pair of tights for your niece to change into when she arrives.