London Bridge to Russell Square

Happened to be sitting next to where Dave was standing on the underground, had a quick conversation about the family, growing baby and finding routine (always a pleasant suprise to bump into fellow bloggers in the flesh). Shared a carriage with a man in orange with his headphones threaded through the flesh tunnels in his ears. Was concerned about a foreign girl who stuck her hand between closing tube doors in an attempt to make the train. Someone in the lift needed a bath really badly. Got smiled at manically by a man wearing a rosette on his lapel which I was staring at (couldn't decide if it was me that was being odd or him - depends on who was staring the worst, I expect). Internally smiled at a tourist obeying the red man despite it clearly being safe to cross, looking quizzical at the rest of us crossing towards her. Wafted by someone else who needed a bath and smelled like an ashtray. Managed to get to class on time. Phew (always a dash from Peckham to here).