We are ın this strange land. We got on a bus, sat on it as it went along for more than an hour, nobody brought us tea (or water) and cake. It seems it is not only acceptable to wear shoes inside a house but considered normal, even on carpets. It is grey and cold but it is not raining properly, it’s a strange sort of dampness, one that does not soak you to the skin in ten seconds the way that rain does.
It does of course all feel immensely familiar to us. Red buses, oyster cards, the bustle and noise of the city, and the rest. In many ways it is familiar, in many ways it also felt odd. Less odd now after being here a few days, but initially very much so.
But even after a few days….. They drive on the wrong side of the road – must remember this when crossing roads. And no bin in the bathroom – the laundry basket is not for the same purpose.