Fire station

A mostly lazy day today. It was fab to catch up with friends in deepest West London ( a walk from Ealing Broadway) for a late lunch. It’s a long way on the tube and the Elizabeth line isn’t running properly. Still, Mr C had the steamed cod almost ready when I got home. I can’t remember the last time the fire station round the corner opened it’s doors for an emergency, but it did tonight as I was walking home.