Prediction

Travelodge, Wood Green

I have scheduled this blogpost to auto-publish at 11.30pm on Thursday. This is because I am not at home. This is what I predict happened...

At ten o'clock I jumped in my daughter Frances's blue car. Together, we headed down the M1 motorway to Wood Green, London. Without stops, this journey should have taken about three hours and twenty minutes.

We picked up a key for her old flat - the one she bought with Stewart in 2017. We went inside and checked out the state of the old place. It is currently unoccupied. There is a heartbreaking saga to be told about its recent history and this involves the local council for the  Haringey district of London.

It is a long and complicated tale that I will not bore you with right now. It has involved tears and official communications and broken promises and money and the business is still not resolved. It concerns several other homeowners in the neighbourhood. Let me just say it is all quite scandalous and wrong.

We unscrew a large mirror from the wall in the entrance hall and put it in the back of the blue car. It was made for Frances and Stewart by one of their friends.

Frances felt quite emotional about it all. The flat worries have hovered about her for four years now. We headed off to the nearby Travelodge on Wood Green High Street where we had reserved two rooms.

At four thirty she took a tube train down to central London where there was a reunion meet-up for her old London-based company. It involved drinks and  dinner. She headed back to Wood Green before midnight.

In the meantime, I went over to one of Wood Green's Turkish restaurants for a  lamb sheesh kebab meal with a bottle of  EFS Turkish beer. It was as wholesome and delicious as ever.

Afterwards, I toddled back to the Travelodge to read and watch some television before hitting the hay around midnight. I was hoping to sleep easy in my hotel bed after confirming that Frances was back safely from her night out.

Return from London on Friday morning.