I've not posted for a few weeks, which is strange.
So, Bank Holiday Monday, and we've arranged a picnic near June's house in Hackney at Victoria Park. Me, June, Blue, Tim and Gordo, my holiday friends, have agreed it would be a good idea.
I get the train to London Bridge at about 11.15, and I've never seen so many people going to London on a bank holiday. The train was packed. Then I realise the tight arses at Southern Railways have only provided 4 carriages instead of 8. If you're not from the UK, or have never travelled on a train here, there is no airconditioning, and the windows seemed to have been welded shut. Add to this the engine heat, and you can imagine it's not a pleasant experience.
Anyway, get to London Bridge, and check out the bus times. I have 20 minutes until the 48 is due. Time for a cup of tea! Too much milk, and not enough stirring of the tightly packed teabag. I throw it away, making sure I put it in a bin, and don't just leave it lying around. There are some particularly mean looking coppers who may, or may not, have been following me.
Soon I arrive in Hackney. June has told me to get off at the stop just past the bingo. Being a bit dense, I don't phone her to let her know where I am, and decide to look for the road I saw on my A-Z earlier. 20 minutes later and I'm completely lost, and then decide to ring June. Another 20 minutes later, I'm at June's place. Gordo (who I passed on the bus ages and ages ago!) are there. 10 minutes later and Blue turns up.
We have something to drink, then set off for the park.
It seemed to take ages to get there, but the walk was very pretty, right along some canal path. We find a shaded area, and start to dish out the goodies. June has cooked a lovely bacon and mushroom quiche and Ginger cake, which I must admit was absolutely scrumptious.
It was an absolutely lovely day. We sat around chatting and being silly, taking photographs.
On the way back, we stopped off at a great pub, The Dove, and had a few drinks outside in the sun. The street was quite vibrant, considering the Notting Hill Carnival was on. Then we went back to June's place, where we viewed all the pictures we took on holday. That made me both happy, and sad.
Afterwards a treat for Blue! I'd taped her some A-Team episodes, and we watched two. It was just like being on holiday, when we watched Blue's A-Team DVD.
Before we knew it, it was time to go home. I give June the bear hug I promised her, and promptly broke one of her wine glasses while swinging her around.
Blue gets her bear hug at the bus stop before her bus arrives.
And then I'm alone, and I feel sad. It's always the worst time when you have to go home.
But I will always have the memories, especially Blue monkeying about in the trees.