In the Tube on the way to Bond Street:
We were just pulling out of Baker Street station, when suddenly the train braked hard and we stopped.
Time stood still...
In the carriage we waited for the driver to announce something.
People began to gather on the platform thinking this train had just pulled up and they were going to get on.
But we were locked in...
And then London Transport mobilised the orange-jacketed walkie-talkie people.
All I could gather was that the driver had moved through a red light and was now nowhere to be found...(?!?!?!)
Delays would run indefinitely while they tried to figure out what had happened.
Obviously I would be missing class.
So I left the station, yoga mat under my arm, and walked all the way down Baker Street to Marble Arch. Once again I was approached by someone needing directions, and fortunately he was asking the way to St John's Wood. Yes I knew which way it was, but whenever people ask I go blank for a second - but not this time - I was able to tell him Regent's Park was that way too, as further proof.
(One time, a Japanese girl ran across the road to ask me for directions!)
Along the way, I saw many amazing things through the shop windows, found my phonecam inadequate, and came to the realisation that I really ought to walk with my camera...I see pictures everywhere these days. Dreamer.
Then I heard the words "Sorry, love" uttered not far from my ear, as I nearly fell into the lap of a man coming along swiftly in a wheelchair. I yelped, managed to totter backwards, thus narrowly escaping embarrassment, and apologised as he whizzed off.
Picked up some food at M&S and walked back to Bond Street. (I got yum yums! Have just finished the last two.)
Overheard in London
Oxford Street near Selfridges.
Girl: So what's your name: