It was a good weekend, thank you, and a pleasure to spend time with children and sister. Also started to carry out my resolve to get to grips with London buses. As I explained to my daughter, catching them is easy enough, it’s knowing where to get off that is the problem. Especially if you need to ring the bell in advance and can’t rely on recognising just round the corner from where you need. However, all went well and I will, in future, take my A to Z so that I know where I am at all times.
Usually, the pleasure in a city is in knowing roughly where you are (which you always do in London), but getting enjoyably lost. I do like wandering around and finding your way back by chance and a bump of direction. When I visit my sister by train, I usually walk back from Waterloo to Liverpool Street – not much scope for getting lost there, when most of the walking is along the river, but when I get to St Paul’s or Tower Bridge, I never quite follow the same route twice through the City.
I trust that I will sound a little calmer this week than last, although I’m not relying on it. There is still an absurd amount to do, which would be fine if I hadn’t promised to keep shop for at least half of every day. I have, at least, been cracking on with War and Peace; I’m about two-thirds of the way through and, at present, Napoleon is closing in on Moscow.
I spent an annoyed hour this morning, trying to find out the dates of a couple of gold pocket watches that the Sage has to value. All attempts at Googling, or Yahoo!ing have failed. Easy to find silvermarks (which he pretty well knows by heart anyway) but gold is another matter. It would be easy for me to order, online, books on the subject, but just pictures of the date letters (very confusing to try to work out the shape of a letter from its description) must be out there somewhere. And the word ‘date’ gives the wrong impression altogether and attempts were made to direct me to websites of a different nature.