Bow, London: I'm packing a rucksack, ready to leave my flat and make my escape first thing tomorrow morning. It's hard to decide what to take and what to leave behind. Food, toothbrush and a change of underwear, obviously, plus those disposable contact lenses I came all this way to fetch. I'm taking my passport and my birth certificate and my full home insurance documentation, because that might save a lot of hassle later. I've packed my Oystercard because you never know, it might come in useful (more useful than any compulsory ID card would have been, that's for sure). I want to take my laptop, but it won't fit in my rucksack and I fear it'll just slow me down. I'll try to back up as many important files as I can onto something more portable before the batteries drain away. I've also been round my flat by candlelight scrutinising all my worldly possessions to determine which are important enough to join these other essentials in my bag. There are so many irreplaceable things here that mean the world to me and that I'd hate to lose, but I can't take more than a handful of them with me. All I can hope is that this flat survives whatever the next few days may bring, and then I can come back and pick up my life again later.
Come first light I'm out of here. I hope I can make it out of the capital on one of those evacuation trains, if they're still running, or maybe I'll just walk. Fingers crossed the rest of my family up in Norfolk are far enough away from this mess to still be safe and well, and hopefully I can reach them with the minimum of further hassle. In the meantime, however, I think an early night is called for. It's almost certainly the best way of forgetting everything that's gone on today, just for a few precious hours. Posted at 20:17 from 51°31'41"N 0°1'5"W via my Z470xi mobile
Bow, London: I'm packing a rucksack, ready to leave my flat and make my escape first thing tomorrow morning. It's hard to decide what to take and what to leave behind. Food, toothbrush and a change of underwear, obviously, plus those disposable contact lenses I came all this way to fetch. I'm taking my passport and my birth certificate and my full home insurance documentation, because that might save a lot of hassle later. I've packed my Oystercard because you never know, it might come in useful (more useful than any compulsory ID card would have been, that's for sure). I want to take my laptop, but it won't fit in my rucksack and I fear it'll just slow me down. I'll try to back up as many important files as I can onto something more portable before the batteries drain away. I've also been round my flat by candlelight scrutinising all my worldly possessions to determine which are important enough to join these other essentials in my bag. There are so many irreplaceable things here that mean the world to me and that I'd hate to lose, but I can't take more than a handful of them with me. All I can hope is that this flat survives whatever the next few days may bring, and then I can come back and pick up my life again later.
