One day early as a matter of fact . . .  
With no lack of respect for my deceased Uncle , quite the reverse , I just did'nt feel poised enough to attend his memorial service , followed by buffet reception .
So I left my Mum to it , who'll be  entirely able to  find  her way back tomorrow .
Yesterday afternoon I sat with her for a while in Russell Square gardens , where she and my  Dad used to often go before they were married ; she'd not been back there since the 1950's : It's a bit like Norwich's chapelfield gardens except much , much nicer , and with far nicer people visiting it .
I kind of love and hate London , though that's from the perspective of nearly always being alone when there ; So many possibilities , and yet I somehow , when there , which is'nt often , always end up wandering around for an afternoon , which I like  for a while ( my  Dad walked round London a lot when he was young , so maybe it's something genetic )
- and , wherever you are , you're never far from a tube station -  then having a pub meal , wandering a bit more , then going to bed early , then by the next day I've had enough and want to come home .
The hotel , off Tottenham Court Road is very adequate though I was disappointed , last night , not to be able to get itv3 on the television , as I wanted to see trial and retribution .
And I kept getting woken up last night by people shouting in the street outside , until about 4 this morning .
I went to an ok but dull bar yesterday evening , and , it's so irritating  when pubs/bars have tv screens silently showing pop video tv , with entirely different music playing , when no one ever watches the  screens . .
I did'nt really want to go  yesterday , I nearly did'nt , then changed my mind a few minutes before we left .
Today I was exasperatingly indecisively torn between four different options : Staying in London and going to the service , staying in london and not going to the service , possibly seeing a film , or staying in London and keeping an appointment I'd impulsively made to payingly spend some time with someone - By lunchtime I'd cancelled that and committed myself to the fourth option : coming home .
Got off the train at Halesworth which I hardly know which seems a nice town , and on the bus back to Southwold went through pretty little Suffolk villages near here which I barely knew existed .
When I got home I called my cat , who kind neighbours had  looked  after , from the back door : He immediately ran to me , he did'nt seem to have been eating much today but he made up for that when I fed him .
On a tube train I wanted to , very sincerely , tell a black lady what a beautiful face she has , how I could adoringly gaze at her for hours , but I did'nt as that's very much not the 'done thing' , unless by 'loonies' . .
Sometimes , when I was a child , if my ( deceased dec. 2004 ) Father did'nt like something I was doing he'd say that it was " not the done thing " , to which I'd respond " yes it is , I do it , so it's done ! "
I've started reading a novel , Sight Unseen by Robert Goddard , who I've not read anything by before : It seems very intriguingly  promising .