…or not. Maybe I shouldnt read Plato – that stuff really makes you pedantic. Though I realised, reading another of his dialogs, that my style of argument takes a lot from his reports of Socrates arguments.
Anyway, todays adventures werent as exciting as some of the previous ones….I failed to find a post office and had a go in a supermarket, except it turned out not to be a supermarket, just a fruit and veg shop with a fish shop tacked on the back. No worries, I got some cherries to keep the hunger at bay.
So I guess I should fill in on some of the details Ive been missing out over the last few days. For instance, yesterdays Indian meal consisted of a set meal from a choice of Chicken, Meat or Vegetable curry. No choice of styles, no possibility of getting cheesy peas, not even the option of cocacola, it was coffee, tea or lassi. Crude by the standards of Indian Resturants we get at home, but the food was nice (if a little hot for my taste).
Then theres the traffic lights, specifically the pedestrian crossing cycle of the lights – theres beepers on each side of the road when its time to cross, except they dont both go off at once, they alternate, which gives you a sense of which direction you should be heading when you cant see because of the crowd.
And then, theres the tube. I got scowled at this morning for daring to move close to the edge of the platform, so I stood back and watched for a couple of trains, people form queues aligned with the doors, two queues for each set of doors (one each side) which allow the people getting off the train easy passage away while the queues wait until theres space on the train, then file in neatly. Camden station was never like this.
And breakfast. Which is made of frankfurters and spagetti borognaise. If you like that kind of thing.
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