My cycle ride today took me up to Crews Hill where all those garden centres are. But I went beyond that to Northaw, past Queenswood school, Brookmans Park and Welham Green, through Hawkshead Wood and finishing up at Potters Bar. From there I whizzed downhill to Walthamstow via Enfield. It’s not as long as the epic journey I made this day last year from Chesham to Oxford and back but I got to see the countryside I love so much!
The London Overground line from Dalston Junction to West Croydon is now open and I took a trip there yesterday. I remember now why I don’t like Croydon. Cars, cars, cars everywhere. And there are some pretty dreadful buildings there too. And it’s so easy to get lost. I don’t think I’ll be going back anytime soon.
It’s the road next to Crews Hill station. There are several garden centres on this road. I don’t have any real interest in gardening but I love flowers and English gardens. (I just haven’t the patience to maintain one.) This is perfect weather to spend a day here. Sunny, no clouds, light wind, 23c. I love it!
I was cycling around Essex, as you do, when I came across a little English flag lying at the side of the road. It’s the kind that you stick on the roof of your car. I’ve been meaning to get one of those flags for some time so I was pleased to pick one up for free. Now I’ve got to work out how to attach it safely to my bike.
I first heard of Nair on BBC London when some poor woman mistook it for shampoo and ended up as bald as Sinead O Connor. Well I wanted to get rid of my body hair but I didn’t know how until two weeks ago. It’s taken about six hours of creaming and washing but Nair does exactly what it says on the tube. I can go to the swimming pool without my worrying about excess body hair. Except for pubic and armpit hair I no longer have any.
Here’s a sad example of the way our country is going.
I was in my local library yesterday and I came across some Asterix books that I hadn’t read for a long time.
So there I was, in the children’s library, poring over "Asterix the Legionary" and "Lucky Luke: Ma Dalton" and taking little notice of anything else when a member of staff approached me. He asked me if I had a child with me. I answered no. He then told me that adults weren’t allowed in the children’s library unless accompanied by a child.
Well, I can easily understand his concern. A 38-year-old man is capable of any kind of perverted act of depravity against children, even if he is totally engrossed in a book and even if there aren’t any children within a 100-metre radius of him. You just can’t be too careful. Children absolutely must be kept safe from men like me.
That’s what I heard in the church of St Martin-in-the-Fields. It was a concert given by the Feinstein Ensemble and they played two of Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos, no.4 in G and no.5 in D, the Double Violin Concerto in D minor, Handel’s Water Music Suite in G and three concertos by Vivaldi including Spring from the Four Seasons.