Every so often I get sent to London. I think they do this to remind of just how horrible the commute is.
I had to stand all the way and we were packed in like Sardines. We are expected to pay for this? I did get a train on the tube either. And I wasn't able to read which is the only good thing about the train. Luckily we finished early so I was able to get a seat on the way back and it was a quick journey. And I read!!
About 5 years ago in a previous existence I had to go up to London with a colleague from Birmingham. He was shocked at the volume of people at Liverpool Street "So this is where everyone works".
As time goes by I realise I yearn more and more for a quieter existence. Just me, close friends and family, a good book, some wildlife my bins and camera. oh and Peace and quiet. The idea of chasing the big bucks never appeals to me.
Anyway I did go through my book pile the other day and dug out William Horwood's Duncton novels and The Wind in the Willows and Horwood's sequels. I am reading through Duncton Wood (184 pages out of 730 read) and am really enjoying it, next up Wind in the Willows.
I have also bought Bill Brysons - The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid. I've not read Down Under or African Diary but this book about 5's America sounds promising. A review perhaps when I come back from my next break.