A late start for us this morning, but an interesting day unfolded before us.

Cards on the table here, we bought too much stuff. So much stuff that we had to buy another case to take it all home. We had contemplated bringing an empty case with us, in anticipation, but that has logistical issues as well. So, we found ourselves on the number 30 bus to Marble Arch, to buy a case in Marks and Spencer.

It may seem a bit odd to do a 50 minute bus ride to buy a case when there are lots of other places you can buy a case, but the M&S Flagship store had what we wanted, and a few other things, and well, we do like a bus ride through the hugely fascinating streets of Hackney and Islington.

I had forgotten just how big that M&S store at Marble Arch is. It’s on four floors and is pretty much an old fashioned department store, but it looked as M&S should, and it smelled like M&S should as well. We bought what we needed and decided to take it straight back to the flat, on the bus, as it’s not a great sightseeing look to be wheeling a suitcase around.

Or is it?

There are hordes of people in London wheeling flight-sized cases around. They can’t all be prepared for an unexpected stopover somewhere, so I’m speculating that these are the replacements for briefcases and big handbags. Sure, they can be wheeled, but even the flight-sized cases are pretty chunky. Still, I guess it’s fashionable. (Not my photo).

On our way to the bus stop, we paused on the corner of Gloucester Place and Portman Square to admire the big house that was once the residence of an ancestor of mine. Mary Anne (Polly) Mayne was born in South Africa in 1856. In 1880 she married Robert English, a man of private means, and moved to London. In the 1911 census, she’s shown as living in the big house I pictured below, with, get this, her family and 11 servants. It’s some pile. Robert died in 1914 and is buried, along with Polly, in London’s Brompton Cemetery. There’s a grave we intend to visit.

We took a lazy day back in Hackney (or is it Clapton?), did some laundry and then headed out to Waterloo to meet up with my brother and his wife who’d come up on the train from Hampshire.

We finally arrived back in Clapton (or is it Hackney?) at around 10pm, absolutely exhausted. It’s a tough gig this holiday lark.