It’s the 2nd of October. I’m out in the sunshine. I keep singing ” A blanket two sheets, and a pillow” which the Two Ronnies rhymed with Waring and Gillows in one of their songs. My book on London Shopping showed me about Waring and Gillows in Oxford street many years ago. An internet search showed that they are still going as an internet company. Time moves on. The book must be returned.
Its a beautiful autumnal day. Its the sort of day I always picture my school days being. My Journey to Barbican is quick but there’s a change when i get to the end. On leaving Barbican station, I notice a sign advertising Tea at 80p. This being much cheaper than the Barbican centre, and it being a nice day, I decide to chance my arm and go in. The shop, Tardis like, is much bigger than the entrance would suggest. Plenty of freshly made sandwiches. I order my tea.
“you want your bag left in?” the girl asks.
Knowing how milky it will probably be, I say yes.
I’ve only got a £10 note so I buy a bag of crisps and a huge Iced doughnut.. All for about £2.50. A bargain in my book.
I walk to the High walk and find a seat in the sun. It’s lovely. A man comes out with a watering can and I remember the allotment beds and wonder if they had any crops.
I’m on a mission today. I’ve gone all high tech. Last week, I enrolled on a free Robotics course on the Future learn website. Thats not dancing you understand. Previously, I ordered a Kano children’s computer kit based on the popular Raspberry PI. And a mini control card. This may seem random to you readers, but on some of the days when I’m not swanning around the Barbican, I teach Computing to Primary School Children. Programming is the big thing lately and I want to start a robotics club at lunchtime. I need to learn. Fast.
The Barbican is quieter today. I look for a book on Raspberry Pi but cant find the computer section. Its one of those odd things. Computers were not big enough to include in the Dewey System so the now fit in a 0 category. I look but it isn’t where I thought it should be. A nice lady points out a huge section on the other side of the Library. I’d expect no less from the Barbican. However Raspberry Pi is popular and the book I’d like is out. BUT there is a book at Shoe Lane!
I ask what time Shoe Lane stays open till and someone finds out.
I pass the Barbering School near Smithfield. It’s packed with chairs and young men cutting the hair of young men. There is an old fashioned stationers which seems to have a second shop as a store. It is good to see another independent shop and I hope it is well used.
Long Lane is certainly long
On arrival in Shoe Lane, I find the entrance to the Library and expect it will be up a few few floor. Oh no. Its down a few floors. I descend the stair case which is not dissimilar to a multi storey Car Park. There’s not a soul about. I’m beginning to feel I’ve got it wrong. I see the electronic doors which look more secure than usual for a Library. Everything has a touch of the military about it. I go in and find a Library much as you would expect with the complete absence of daylight. It feels slightly unnerving. I ask for the computer section and the book I want is there. I ask the girl if I can check out and she takes my book.
“Self Service hasn’t arrived here…..yet” she says.
I don’t mind. I like to talk to someone.
I leave, thinking that I have discovered a safe bunker built for the Librarians of England on the day of Armageddon. It’s nice to think that there will be books available in a post apocalyptic world.
I decided to have a bus ride. Route 15 still runs a Route master Heritage service between Trafalgar Square and The Tower of London. Boris seems to think the demand for a heritage service has declined since he designed his new bus. Nonsense. There is no comparison. But the Heritage routes have been cut back to this last part. The bus is empty when I find the start actually outside Charing Cross Station. No Gibson ticket machine. The lady conductor checks my Oyster and we are off. We’ve only gone a few yards, the bus pulls up in a queue of traffic and I get a sharp pain in my stomach. I think it will pass. It is coming in waves. I have the desire to get home. The bus hasn’t reached Tower Hill station. I see a sign for Aldgate station and jump off. I don’t know the area. in front of me is Fenchurch Street station. Great. A Terminus that does not have a tube station. Another sharp twinge. I use an app on my phone a find the direction of Aldgate tube. I stop to take a picture of the Police phone box outside and then look for my train. I’m disorientated. I find my way to Liverpool Street and eventually get home. You don’t want to know the rest. Suffice it to say I’m glad I wasn’t still on the train. A few hours later and it had all passed. I think the excitement of a Route Master had been a bit too much.