Trains, planes, kennels

Given my little cat Isabelle’s loss of her brother, I didn’t want her at the house alone this week while I’m in London (and David’s in Bristol). So this morning I took Isabelle to a cattery, then took the car to a garage for repairs, then got a lift to a bus station a few minutes away, then the 4B bus to city centre, then the 300a bus to the airport, then an EasyJet flight to Stansted, then a National Express bus to Golders Green, then the Northern Line to Camden, then a 15 minute walk to the house where I stay in Kentish Town.

I was so anxious about all of these connections that I wrote out multiple timelines yesterday and did a lot of research to get my connections right. I think I stressed over all of this so much yesterday that I wasn’t as stressed today. I was at the airport 2.5 hours early instead of an hour early, but I always have plenty of e-mails to look at.

I gave Carolyn a gorgeous cookbook called Belfast on a Plate to add to her bookshelf full of cookbooks. We talked shop for a while then I got in my cozy bed and went to sleep.
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