Home via East Croydon

This piece of art seen from Platform 5 at East Croydon station is called ‘The Thinker’s Child’. I found more about it here.

I had an early morning start with a taxi picking us up at 5.45. This was cutting it way too fine for me but Fred reassured me that no traffic plus first flight of the day would mean a smooth run through to Gatwick. Our taxi driver was wired (too much coffee?) and this was his last run of the night shift. He played his music LOUD but it was good. He said the chap was an excellent find on YouTube: Tom Grennan.

No red traffic lights and no traffic meant we were at the airport in 15 minutes, which is impressive. Our gate closed at 6.10 and we were 10 minutes early! There was no waiting - straight on the plane. Then the industrial chit-chat started between two folk behind us and they did not stop until Gatwick. It’s early. Chat is not appreciated. Not even music or podcasts at full blast in our earphones drowned it out.

Back home and Juno and Dora popped in to say hello. Juno’s been very well looked after by Dora’s owners. They popped the keys back later in the day then texted to ask if Dora was in my flat as they hadn’t seen her all day. Um... yes... asleep on a cushion. I had a word with her and popped her through the cat flap.

I watched Tyrannosaur, which is an extremely grim film, superbly acted by Peter Mullan and Olivia Coleman. I had to turn away from the screen quite a few times, but persevered. I’m glad I stuck with it to the end.