Riding down to London along the spine of England, aboard a motor coach. We only stopped at Milton Keynes bus station, then straight back on the M1 motorway. Shirley was knitting yet another baby cardigan as I read "Shadowlands" - A Journey Through Lost Britain by Matthew Greene.
We alighted from the National Express coach early - at Marble Arch tube station, saving ourselves at least half an hour before the service terminated at Victoria Coach Station. On the Central Line to Notting HIll Gate and then change for The District Line to West Brompton.
Then on to a number 74 red London bus on Lillie Road bound for Fulham. We alighted opposite Normand Park at the same time that the coach from Sheffield should have reached its final destination.
Ian was still at work so we got to spend an hour or so with Sarah and Zach before the master of the house rolled up. The little man is growing nicely, bright and alert with occasional smiles and of course I sung to him as is my wont...
Sarah was heading out at five thirty for dinner followed by a balletic performance of "The Nutcracker" at The Royal Opera House. It was the longest she had spent away from her baby since his birth in late October. However, she had nothing to fret about because Zach had three adults to look after him.
Later Ian ordered us a delicious takeaway curry which was delivered to his house in thirty minutes along with a separate order of four bottles of Indian beer also brought to his doorstep. Isn't that rather mad?
On Saturday we looped round Fulham before some grocery shopping happened at the local "Waitrose" supermarket. Back home we caught up with the day's football results and then in the evening Ian made a delicious vegan bolognaise with fresh basil leaves.
By ten that night, I felt restless so I went out to the closest local pub - "The Rylston" and supped two pints of bitter before bedtime but the atmosphere in that establishment was as you might find in a cowboy saloon in a ghost town. Tumbleweed rolled by.
Today, Sunday, we were out of the house by ten thirty and heading to Victoria coach station for the bus back to Sheffield. It set off on time and all was going well until we reached Luton. That is when the M1 motorway ground to a halt because of a multi-vehicle collision further up the road. How very inconsiderate of those travellers to delay our progress! We were back forty minutes later than the schedule had promised. I guess it could have been worse than that.
It had been so lovely to see our little grandson again and to witness how well his parents are coping with his presence. Love can move mountains.
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