The first picture (taken by K) from the new camera - anyone think my daughter knows me too well?!
The eponymous bridges (from the bus)
Perhaps because I was already feeling emotional about having to leave K behind again - or was it because of the alcohol I'd consumed by that point, or both? - I managed to get myself thoroughly upset by something I saw from the bus that was both trivial and absolutely none of my business. On a bench close to the first principal bus stop on the 'English' side of the bridge, was a frankly beautiful boy of 12 or 13. Sitting on his lap, though, was a girl of much the same age, who to my, probably biased, eyes was a chavvy little tart. The idea of his having his heart broken by the likes of her brought tears to my eyes, a reaction it took me some time to realise was stupid and inappropriate. Apart from anything else, he certainly looked happy that she was there, which is, realistically, the only thing that matters, and, with his looks, if anyone is going to be a heartbreaker, it might very well be him. Either way, it's his life to lead, and his choice to make. It maybe also involves something I said to K yesterday, which earned me a huge, almost cartoonish, frown, namely that I'm in a rather misogynistic frame of mind at the moment - not in the sense that I think that women are inferior, or that they shouldn't be treated equally, but that my experience with them, K excepted, hasn't been a very happy one, for the most part. Another of my problems, and no-one else's.
Today, the last day of my 'holiday', such as it's been, has mostly been spent in a sunny London, although I'm back in 'domicile-ville' now. A couple of beers, a bit of grocery shopping, and then it will be back to base for an early-ish night preparatory to getting up at 'stupid o'clock' to go back to work in the morning. Don't you just love every minute?!
Love & best wishes to all