Blog Posted And I Was Out,

into a bright sunny day,

I was going to wear a jacket, but in moments I was glad I did not, 

onto the number 54 bus and I was soon hurtling past Peter Pan's Pool,

looking towards Catford a slight haze, 

as usual the bus detoured around Lewisham as the road works continued, 

a huge queue leading back into Lewisham, 

I was going to buy next months tickets to visit Duncan, but you guessed it, no one in the ticket office at Blackheath, but I had a cunning plan, 

some good news, the train was continuing through Dartford so no changing trains there, then my cunning plan swung into action, I would buy the tickets at Gravesend!

but, the rail system at its best, the ticket office also closed at Gravesend, the problem being that my senior  card is not recognised at the ticket machines, I have to see someone in the ticket office, or I should say they have to see me to make sure it is me in the photograph and I am over 65 years old, 

lovely skies over Gravesend, 

no detour on the bus today, so I was soon walking up the hill to the nursing home where Duncan stays, 

the silver birch trees at the entrance looking so nice, 

in to the home where Duncan was in good spirits, we chatted away about the sunflower farm we visited last Sunday, and then a pleasant surprise, Alan had a day off and came down on his motorcycle, Duncan was spoilt for choice when it came to chocolate! when Duncan's lunch arrived we said our goodbyes and started our journey's home,

Alan on his Triumph Rocket III it has a 2.3-litre engine which gives you around 150ft lb of torque, in other words it is fast, very fast,

I started walking to the bus stop, passing the apple tree,

Alan soon caught me up, 

the bus arrived on time and again no changing trains at Dartford, on to the number 54 bus, then it happened, 

solid traffic all the way into Lewisham, 

I thought it must be road works or a accident, 

but it was these, the traffic lights letting just 3 or 4 cars before changing back to red, 

going through Lewisham High Street, 

work still continuing on the pavement, 

it was so hot and sunny in the bus that the flower beds opposite Lewisham hospital, all I could photograph was the reflection from inside the bus,

this was a tad better, but the bee garden on top of this bus shelter completely dead,

this one better, 

but it is a pity that watering the gardens was not included in the original plan for them,

off of the bus and into a very hot park, Diana had already left for work, so for myself a couple of quiz shows before my evening meal,

 

but first a sherry and a read, by good fortune the latest copy of Private Eye had arrived in today's post, 

for tonight beef stew and dumplings, 

'Cheers!', after which a BattleBots, 

and then The Abominable Dr. Phibes, Vincent Price plays a "dead" man avenging the surgical team that lost his wife on the operating table, nine doctors in all (one of them a nurse) are treated to nine of the most innovative, creative, outlandish deaths imaginable, the deaths loosely follow the Ten Plagues of the Old Testament, but each with a new twist, I particularly like the one with the frog, the victim a psychologist, describes himself as a shrink, a enjoyable comedy horror, after which a very old film which I have watched a few times before and enjoyed it every time, 

 Traffic staring of course Jacques Tati, writer, director and star as Monsieur Hulot, who in the film is a car designer and has to deliver the concept car to the Rai Centre, (I went to the centre for a large oil and gas exploration show many years ago with Duncan, the centre was huge), naturally the truck transporting the car has a nervous breakdown on the way! during which Diana returned home from work, so feet up for a coffee and a chat, after which a Wycliffe, before we were off to bed.