SomersTownLisa

London Life
2020-02-03 23:30:32 (UTC)

Nothing to do with tits / Tower Bridge opening

A very quiet day at work as most people had gone to the awards in Manchester. I didn't go on principal, as it started at 13:00 and didn't finish until 16:30, so you couldn't get back to Euston before about 19:00 which is eating into your evening, which is not acceptable in this type of job.

Karen was around, and Aaron who's a Temp, and Ian for a bit, though he probably went up later. A woman sitting opposite me had somewhere to be by 18:00. She's the sort who can't go all day without talking, and started complaining to me about removal solicitors and asking me about leases. I said as little as it was polite to. It was when she started complaining about school fees I ignored her. What sort of person wants to send their child to a private school?

I downloaded a lot of Top 100 stuff and updated the template a bit. Tried to get into the TSB account but they want to phone you if you can't get in, and they've got my old mobile number so I'll have to be at home to pick it up on the land-line. I sent an email trying to get people to come to the quiz but only Lici replied today. The day flew by.

Walked to Holborn with Jack to hear a talk from Professor Steve Schifferes about 100 years of council housing, at Barnard's Inn Hall. It was a little bit hard to find, as I ignored the directions I'd posted in my calendar and looked at CityMapper which gave the address as 86 Fetter Lane. The man at the desk there said this happened a lot, and directed me round the corner to Gresham College. We just got there in time but the girl at reception was telling someone that the room was full and this had never happened before. They had said there was no need to sign up for it, just turn up.

So we had plenty of time to get to Tower Bridge, which I'd heard was to be raised at 20:30 to let a big ship through, something I've never seen before, though we have been inside to see the mechanics (and I was spotted by Frances CW on the BBC, running over it for the Big Half). On the way, we had a fantastic walk through the historic areas around Fleet Street and St Luke's, and chanced upon a branch of Titbits in Southwark. I told Elina where I was, and told her it was "nothing to do with tits". She said "I was thinking it was. That would probably be more fun".

It's actually a vegan restaurant where they price your meal on how much it weighs (including a heavy plate), so you don't know how much it's going to cost until you have to pay. Mine came to over £10 and Jack's was £14.70. I had some pasta, a tofu stew and an Indian thing. Jack wasted money on heavy mashed potato.

We had a bit of spare time and it was cold, so we got a coffee and a biscuit from a vegan cafe near the bridge. A few other people knew about the bridge-raising, all apparently tourists including two nice Japanese-looking girls in long slit skirts. We watched from the river bank and it was actually an amazing sight, better than I expected, seeing the road rise and almost touch the top walkway. I'd had an idea that in the dark, we might only be able to see the movement of the lights along the side.

We walked across the bridge afterwards, and saw there was an alternative place to stand and watch, on the bridge but just outside the raising part, so maybe we'll do that next time. We got a 15 bus but then it was quite hard to work out what bus to get next, but after walking a bit, we caught a 17 then walked home the last bit.