Living at my mother’s house has been a revelation. There’s a magic laundry basket – you put dirty clothes in and they come back to you washed and ironed*.
There is also a lunch making fairy, strict recycling rules** and a front door that needs a new lock***
But there is also a long, three train, commute. So just after the 7am news, I leave the house, I walk to the station and catch the 7.27^ to Waterloo.
At about 7.45, I get to Waterloo and get Tube to Paddington. At Paddington I get the 8.15 train to Reading. I’m at my desk at roughly 8.45am.
Going home is the same journey in reverse.
It’s such fun….
*It should be pointed out that when I was a teenager there was a washing fairy at home but no ironing fairy, you did it yourself or paid Mum…£1 per item ironed – no really..
**Thank you Kingston Council for your rather bizarre rubbish collecting rules
***I know you read this Ma and you need to sort it out!!
^Ma, in common with her father and her son, can always be relied on to memorise a train timetable. I, like my father, cannot.