A sucky day

Today was the day we were going to meet my long-time Lj friend Billy. We set out in good time, managed to buy migralieve for Valeria's dad at Boots and then jumped on the District line for Notting Hill Gate with 45 minutes left until we were to meet him. It started badly and got worse> first we were stuck for twenty minutes at Wimbledon Park. Then another ten at Southfields and then at East Putney, where we were told that there was abroken signal at Putney Bridge and that we should walk 600 yards to Putney Station and catch the train to Waterloo. Seeing Putney was no great experience and by the time we reached Notting Hill Gate we were one hour late and Billy was, understandably, gone. And of course today of all days I hadn't brought along the folder with phone numbers for him, or for Teddy, who could have given me his number.
So alone we walked along the half way deserted market. Valeria had been down all day and I felt guilty and sad. Walking in these historical quarters just made it worse; contemplating all the things that I missed because I'm too young (and didn't live in the UK).
We got home and had indian food on the way home, but it really feels like a wasted day.

The best part of the day was actually getting home to Teddy and Tom and continue reading a book I've borrowed from Teddy.

And tomorrow we;re going home.