Suffrage

I voted in my first election on this side of the Atlantic on Thursday. EU citizens get to vote for MEP and in the local government elections. I was shocked how low key it was. It was in a free church hall and even with the huge polling station sign strung up next to the open door, I was in serious doubt I was in the right place until someone walked out.… no campaigners… no signs…. No convoluted machinery, just a very simple paper ballot that you mark with an X in a large square box with a pencil. A simple act, probably makes no difference especially as I am in a political stronghold. But it filled me with buzz to join the political process and it made me smile.

Photo Credit: Welwyn Hatfield Times

What I saw one Wednesday in April on my way to work

Lots of blue today in the garden to our block of flats

The pathway out of the block feels a bit like an air shaft

The hedge separating our garden from the footpath

Graffiti on the railroad bridge

What's left of a roof on a railroad building next to the railroad bridge

Information display I keep looking at to see if my 1st train will be on time

A person sleeping rough in a subway exit from the station of my 2nd train

View of St George Wharf from the platform waiting for my 3rd train

The train blocking my view of St George Wharf, almost

RIverside building of a property bubble seen from inside a train

Clapham Junction Railway Station seen from inside a train

Waiting for a bus outside the railway station

And another one rides the bus

A blossoming tree not quite concealing the church on the corner

The subway to cross the street

An Author is Born

Who would have thought in 2007 that my beloved would be coauthor of an Arden Shakespeare by 2015.  This is a colossal achievement.

Photo: Bloomsbury Publishing