We arrived early Thursday morning,,
its still a long flight and doesn’t matter how much leg room you have…
We were very pleased to see a man holding our names (nearly spelt right),
who we had booked to drive us into London in his black Mercedes.
Warmly welcomed by Laurie and Kelly
(Graham’s Uncle and Aunt ( Vi’s little brother))
and spent the day trying to feel human again.
We both had the vertigo type sensation that we were still moving for most of the day.
We went for a walk up to the Tooting main street after lunch. Its a 5-10 minute walk from here.
It is always a bit of a shock to me how busy it is and how many people there are all squeezed into such a small place.
Its a real melting pot, of people, cultures, foods, noises and traffic chaos.
Two observations I made were
- That most Londoner’s in this area have a ethnic background from outside of the U.K. and our Anglo Saxon appearance puts us in a minority group.
- That my accent has returned! Every time I open my mouth I sound like the Australian Prime Minister ‘Jooliya’ Gillard. I’ll have to try to keep my mouth shut…
ABOVE: Tooting Broadway in the rain
Graham sorted out his banking (he only gets to visit his local branch every 5 years),
and we bought a SIM card and a Dongle/dongal/dingle-dangle thingy for ‘Pootie’ the Computer.
To add to the chaos we got caught in a sudden downpour and arrived back soaking wet.
The big news topic is of course the riots.
A few police about and lots of community police out too.
Some shops have evidence of looting, the electrical stores,
Vodafone and Dominos pizza all seemed to have been targets.
Until next time, 
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