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Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to....
Sunday, September 21st, 2003 01:01 pm...Croydon.
Hmmm. Yesterday was up, done and dusted before I got used to it.
Took the train down to Croydon to meet a friend and then off to Caterham where lives the Modellersloft. So, a couple of purchases and back to Croydon. A couple of cups of tea and a natter and home.
By which time it was 10pm and I was knackered. Where did the day go? Croydon is little more than an hour's journey door-to-door even with the tube-train-tram combo journey.
The only thing I am really sure of is that I am clearly getting old. On the train back up to Victoria, and then at Voctoria itself, there were increasing hoards of young people meeting up to go on to what I assume was a do organised by the school disco mob. Well, of course, the way some of tyhe young ladies were dressed, my initial reaction was Phwoar, blimey and such.
And then it occurred to me that some of them were only four or five years older than my eldest niece, and I suddenly felt more like sitting on a porch with a shotgun demanding assurances from prospective suitors.
And suddenly it wasn't so much fun any more.
Grumble.
Hmmm. Yesterday was up, done and dusted before I got used to it.
Took the train down to Croydon to meet a friend and then off to Caterham where lives the Modellersloft. So, a couple of purchases and back to Croydon. A couple of cups of tea and a natter and home.
By which time it was 10pm and I was knackered. Where did the day go? Croydon is little more than an hour's journey door-to-door even with the tube-train-tram combo journey.
The only thing I am really sure of is that I am clearly getting old. On the train back up to Victoria, and then at Voctoria itself, there were increasing hoards of young people meeting up to go on to what I assume was a do organised by the school disco mob. Well, of course, the way some of tyhe young ladies were dressed, my initial reaction was Phwoar, blimey and such.
And then it occurred to me that some of them were only four or five years older than my eldest niece, and I suddenly felt more like sitting on a porch with a shotgun demanding assurances from prospective suitors.
And suddenly it wasn't so much fun any more.
Grumble.