my traveling spirit

                     Brighton and Hole-burn

I am getting nostalgic about my London visits. Why do I begin with Brighton? Divir had organized the trip and as we waited for the bus on a particularly windy day the girl collecting our tickets was inadverdantly made us laugh by her constant 'Jiggle' jiggle' refrain. And her papers were all flying off her hands.

    However, there was one phone call from Mumbai that changed our happy mood to a sombre one. This was from Divir's former landlady. The ancient one complained that she found her flat in total disarray and one of her chairs had been burnt to cinders.

The last occupant was dear Dinaer. The inquisition began, "who burnt it? How did it get burnt? What were you doing? Why didn't you tell me, etc. etc. Dinaer's stand was that it was a tiny cigarette burn made by mistake by his friend. Divir was worried that the ancient creature wouldn't return his security deposit which was a huge sum. Husband kept asking about Holburn one station that comes in Divir's tube stations. How can you take these things seriously? 

To top it all our bus arrived late for the Ferry. We remained stranded watching cars and other buses just go past. Then finally Ms. Jiggle-jiggle tied up with her bosses such that the bus remained there while we walked on as foot passengers in the ferry. We reached London past dinner time, hungry and cold.