A well-earned sleep after the stress of the last days, moving, flying, touring preparation, everything all at once (we saw it in Sydney). It was always going to be tough getting outta de house on the first day but we made it eventually late afternoon and made our way under the sun (that came with a chill) to New Malden station and caught the train to Wimbledon where we caught the underground to Earl’s Court, where we caught another train to Bayswater Road. I often dream of trains. We were off to see Mohamad, my computer guru, who with his engineer fixed everything, including things that I didn’t know were wrong. I guess you have to know what’s wrong before you can fix it.
Darkness fell quickly and we left Queensway and walked into embassy row inside Kensington Gardens at the back of Kensington Palace, large beautiful buildings in a park in the centre of London. There were guards at gates at each end of the road that led from Bayswater Road to High Street Kensington. I’m surprised they even let people walk through here without security checks. We turned the corner and there was Wagamama, ramen deluxe.
After dinner, we strolled down High Street Ken (doll) and found an ice cream shop a block away. Why does everything have to be computerised? There was a woman who told us that we should order using the screen, why couldn’t we tell her what we wanted? The screen was complicated and with ice cream, there are lots of options for cones and flavours and different sprinklings. In the end, I told her it was too complex and perhaps it would have been better if we had been able to order through her and leave the screen complexities to the person who works there, we left, ice creamless.
High St Ken (doll) tube was across the road and as we hit the platform, a Wimbledon train arrived immediately. At Wimbledon (tennis) as we hit the platform, a New Malden train also arrived immediately, some days you get lucky. It was great to see Biggles and Colleen and Bear the keeshond. It was great to see Mohamad but despite being in London, nothing much happened on the first day or did it? What did I miss? I suppose the moment I sang “Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ into the future” to Olivia and the gentleman across from us on the train said “Steve Miller Band” was something. Or the fact that the voice on the underground says “Mind the gap between the train and the platform” but on the New Malden to Wimbledon overground it says “Mind the gap between the train and the platform edge”. Curious? Sometimes, amazing major cities on a weekday night are just like any other place.