We woke up to find another puddle in the bathroom. Gord thought it was coming from the wall and we suspected that maybe it was from the flat upstairs, perhaps when they showered. It wasn't a continual leak because over the course of the morning much of it evaporated. It also was not as big a puddle as the one yesterday.

We went our for coffee and a bite to eat before Gord had to leave for a meeting. After he left, Zara came to the door with supplies, much of which we had already purchased the night before at Tesco. She did have sponges and cleanser. The two of us had a nice conversation. I was feeling better about the place. It would actually be quite nice if they took better care of it, although it has a chalky, wet plaster kind of smell that I'm sure is not healthy to breathe over a period of time.

I spent my time on the laptop, first trying to find out the tides so that I could go see this underwater sculpture called The Rising Tide by Jason deCaires Taylor. I spent way too much time only to find out that the installation was last September. To my defense, I had found an article back home and again today from April 2016 talking about how it was currently on view. Also, on this website they don't mention the year. Oh well, there are so many other things to see in London.

I also spent time looking up the nearest library, as well as London Transport information and how I can use my senior rail pass for discounts on the Underground. Then I looked at Time Out London and discovered there is a craft beer festival this weekend. Maybe we'll go tomorrow.

Gord returned mid-afternoon, as did Zara (mop and bath mat in tow). I'm feeling better about the flat, although Gord now thinks the water is coming from the toilet, not the wall. Zara had tried to get someone to come look at it today, but they were too busy and she didn't think they could get someone in until Monday, after we leave.

We left the house at 5 because we had been invited for dinner by my niece Brea who has lived in London for six years. We walked to King's Cross station and sorted out the senior fare with the help of a very nice London Transport employee. I had my Oyster card from nine years ago and believe it or not it still was usable (unlike in NYC). He linked my Oyster card with my rail pass and now I'm good to go--and I get one-third off the regular fare. Gord left his card at the flat, but he was able to get one-third off the cost of an all day pass. We took the Victoria Line down to Vauxhall and from there caught an overground train to Brea's stop. It was quite easy.

Brea and Marty have a lovely flat with lots of happy plants. While dinner was baking in the oven, Marty drove us over to the Leather Bottle, a nice pub with a large beer garden. It was very pleasant out in the garden, especially since I had spent most of the day indoors.

(photo by Gord)

 We stayed about an hour and then returned to their flat. Brea made a great meal including Angel Kisses Cake (a family recipe) for dessert. We spent a very enjoyable few more hours in happy conversation.

Our return journey was uneventful. When we returned to St. Pancras/Kings Cross Underground station we got out on the canal exit and took a different route home. I was looking for the library that is supposedly behind St. Pancras, but didn't find it. I'll look during the day.