Pitch and Putt
Yesterday afternoon was spent in the glorious surrounds of our local pitch and putt course, backing on to the A40. Ealing may be the greenest place I have ever lived. At the moment, the leaves are starting to fall as the inevitable end of summer and slow crawl to Xmas (less than 12 weeks away) begins. Will I enjoy the 15 minute walk to the tube once the leaves are gone and sleet and hail seek to block my route>
posted by lukeski at 12:15 pm
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Walking is hell, obviously. The greatest joy of my last flat, and I was almost prepared to stay in it for this reason alone, even though my mother had called it disgusting, is that it was half an inch to the U-Bahnhof, a joy I had never known before and will, undoubtedly, never know again. Not that I'm against a proper brisk walk, of course, but walking just to get to the tube and just to get to work is a good walk spoiled, rather like golf...
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