I found my way to Praed street easily from Paddington as my friend Nic had suggested and waited for the number 27. A few minutes passed before the bus came into view…oh this is easy I thought as i ask the driver for a ticket to Camden…over the other side he said…so I jumped off and ran across the road to catch another 27 going in the opposite direction. Cash in hand I wondered how I was going give this to the driver who looked bemused… card he said… no cash..gesturing to the card machine. Oh blimey I thought another machine. Upstairs on the front seat I had a wonderful journey in splendid autumn sunshine from Paddington to Chalk Farm glancing occasionally at my pocket computer just to make sure I was heading in the right direction. Earlier that morning I’d parked at Twyford station and looked for the parking machine knowing I had the right change. Oh…what’s this? A telephone number to pay for parking? So much has changed since I last paid for car parking or bought a bus ticket…. I was struck by how much the world had changed since i last travelled to London. From road atlas to sat nav, from having the right change to needing no change at all. I felt like a real country bumpkin.

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