Getting there at lunch time yesterday was a doddle, easy all the way.
Coming back was another matter. I spent the afternoon in Bayswater and turned up in time to pick herself up at the Old Vic when she came out of Hedda Gabler. So far so good. Then there was hideous gridlock at Vauxhall, a busy junction but a huge one, worse than I can ever remember it. Turned back, crossed Lambeth Bridge and turned left, to find the gridlock extended across the river into Victoria. It was horrible. Wasted an hour in a pub in Chelsea and left, very late, to make a call in Ham, beyond Richmond. I always get lost down there if I stay from known paths. Got distracted by the need to get money, got lost and got even later. On the road at last, found the A24 closed without warning and an interminable, badly signposted diversion through endless drear Surrey badlands.
What with all that one hardly noticed the odd mimser and come to think of it at least two other diversions. I suppose London always seems like that to some people, but it doesn't to me very often
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