End-of-Book Stuff
My other half works in London, and each day we’re not in lockdown, he takes the train to work. Muggins here drives him to the station each morning and picks him up in the evening. Pre-COVID, he’d take the train to Paddington, then catch the Tube to travel across London, but if you’ve ever been on the Bakerloo line in rush hour, you’ll know that it isn’t a place you want to be in a pandemic. So we switched it up, and instead of taking the train and then the Tube, he began taking a different train from a different station, riding to Waterloo, and walking the rest of the way to work. That makes my drive twice as long, but I don’t mind because it’s safer.
It also gives me more thinking time.
And it means that every day, twice a day, I drive past a road called Baldwin’s Sho
