To cut a longish story short, last Friday I went to Westminster Abbey, got a bit upset and ended up talking to the chaplain-on-duty in a small chapel for quite a while. It was good and he had a few helpful suggestions. I got the train back to Sloane Square and on the train there was a ukele-playing man who was singing ‘I can see clearly now the rain has gone..’. Then he sang Van Morrison’s brown-eyed girl – W and L’s song. Needless to say I was one of the few passengers smiling at him. The others, typically English , were doing their best not to make eye-contact with anyone.
In the afternoon I caught the train to Manchester. I did not enjoy the trip because I sat in my reserved seat ( there were only 3 spare seats in the 3 carriages I looked in) which was a rear facing one. I went to a café, had a coffee and then my 2nd or 3rd cousin depending on which definition you follow – the daughter of my 1st cousin – met me. We talked, walked to her apartment, I met her boyfriend , we had dinner. All very pleasant. She is a delightful young person with her head well screwed on.
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