On the train to Dorking I really got into James Rhodes’ Fire On All Sides – this is going to be a great read. I took a dozen books to the Oxfam bookshop and bought three (A Gate at the Stairs – Lorrie Moore, The King is Dead – Jim Lewis, and the non-fiction The Death of Expertise – Tom Nichols). I deserved the coffee and pain au chocolat at the very pleasant Dorking Deli. Incidentally there’s an amazing bike shop just a couple of doors down.
Walking back to the station I was recognised by a man, or possibly misrecognised (I wouldn’t have thought there was such a word, but there is!). We passed in the street, he looked at me as if he knew me, I pointed at myself (asking are you looking at me, should I know you?), the distance between us increased and we moved on. I’ll never know if we knew each other.
There was a man with a tail or very long hair.
At the station there is some colourful art and a helpful message on the platform.
For me, this was an incident packed morning.
things change 