Another Plumstead Evening
The big move has taken place. R is still a bit of a stranger to these parts spending more time back at the flat preparing to get a tenant in.
I am listening to a nature prog on Radio 4 in the new "Media Centre" room (the old pc and a portable radio). As I do our family of blackbirds chirp merrily outside.
I think there is a bit of wild life inside the house as well but that's another matter.
Tomorrow I will give this commuting thing a crack after a break of more than a year.
Smoking will be banned inside all stations on July One. Not that there is much 'inside' to your average overground station. It will apply throughout which I think is a bit unfair.
One of the great things about smoking was as an occupational therapy when the rubbish railway companies were proving they were rubbish. Now the smokers must move themselves beyond the boundary of the station. Stand on one side of the line and blow in towards the station and you're fine. Stand on the other and blow out away from the station and you risk being bundled into a van and gang-raped by the fag police.
These risks are no longer mine I am glad to say - but they are entirely man-made risks.
Why add to the stresses of life with all these petty laws?
(Thanks to Boxley at Flickr for the pic- very lovely it is too)