Warning: two random things.

Man-at-Cashier’s handed me two receipts today - mine and the previous customer’s. Looking at other peoples’ stuff is fascinating - who doesn’t have the inclination, if not the guts, to look in someone else’s bathroom cabinet? It’s like a little window into someone’s real life. I think the receipt’s rightful owner is a man, late 20s or early 30s, probably doesn’t have kids, lives alone (as opposed to a flat share) and doesn’t have food very high up his priorities!

The tubes are horrible even though this line isn’t one that runs 3 stories underground. I hate when people can’t suck themselves in and their flabby sticky icky arms brush up against mine in the heat. Or skinny sticky ickies for that matter. Dude on my right was furiously scribbling on a scrap of a torn magazine page no bigger than 2x3”. Blondie on my left all pretty in pink daintily fanning herself with a black plastic Oriental fan YET has a (white, of course) scarf draped across her body over her shoulder. London’s not equipped to deal with the heat! Even Wimbledon is suffering!