Underneath the arches

A good chunk of the day at the British Library, they have a lovely cafe. Appraisals done, I had a wander round the gift shop (thus ticking off my two favourite spots on old, educational buildings) and then came home.

Or tried to. Plonked myself on the train, caught up on my work emails, got my book out, realised I was at the Elephant and Castle with a final destination of Sutton. None of these things were right so I got off, retraced my journey, got on the right train, came home. Silly idiot.