Week 301: The barbarism will be televised

We arrived back from Brighton on Monday afternoon, and I proposed that we take the 381 bus that conveniently goes from London Bridge station to the end of our road. It’s a little slower than taking the Jubilee line and walking, but it’s cheaper and we had baggage. After waiting for 20 minutes, the bus turned up, only to terminate short at Southwark Park. We stepped off and waited some time for the next bus, only to find that that one was terminating there as well. Finally, a C10 bus (also a viable option for the last leg) came and we made it home much later than we should have, and much later than we would have if we’d just taken the Tube. When it comes to getting to Greenwich from here, there are no train or Tube options: it’s either bus or self-propulsion. (Or driving, I suppose, if you’re a psychopath.) On our way to the Queen’s House in Greenwich for a concert, we walked to the bus stop in good time, only to see that the bus had disappeared and the next one wasn’t for 25 minutes.…