I'm not sure it's fair abandoning families at the bus stop just because they have a buggy and children... if you're the sort of person who likes clicking a button that won't result in spam, but would make me happy, then here we are. Thank you!
Lying in bed. In a hotel. World's most nonchalant man checked us in at reception last night. Chilly. Starbucks opposite, but it's a service station so probably won't accept my card. Hungry. Wife is fast asleep. No free wifi. Might go back to sleep.
Reminded by +James Cridland's pictures of London, and by the 150th anniversary of the opening of the London Underground: I've been fascinated by the dummy houses scattered across London that back onto the railway line.