As we drove up yesterday to Kate and John’s, we were struck by how much has changed in SE London and the East End. There are vast towers of posh flats everywhere, yet many of the shop fronts along the A13 are shuttered and covered in graffiti. Driving etiquette seems to be a thing of the past, and lots of young men on bikes and in hot hatches weave in and out of traffic as though they think themselves immortal. One is glad to be elderly and comfortably installed in genteel Disgustedville. And driving a bright red car the arbitrary manoeuvres of which at least say ‘watch out!’.
Meanwhile, as befits one’s advancing years and limited ambition, the laundry’s done, and the grass is cut. And it has been good to stay at home, charge the car and enjoy an afternoon nap.
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