Silly me. I spent all Sunday morning laboring (labouring?) under the misapprehension that surely, despite the London Marathon, the whole of London would continue to operate. In general.
I've never been more wrong. And I should have known better.
Once a month I head over to the Tesco in Surrey Quays to stock up on all the good veggie stuff they have (lemon and black pepper Quorn escalopes, yum!). I got on the 47 bus like I always do and straight away it deviated from it's normal course due to the Marathon. After about 15 minutes and miles from where the bus should be, I got off the bus thinking I am a big girl now and could get myself home. I was half right. I found a stop for the 381, which is MY bus, literally stops right in front of the dorm. It also goes to Surrey Quays, so I figure I'm in the clear no matter what. Upon boarding I ask the driver, "Are you going to Surrey Quays?" (like the sign on the front of the bus promises me). And he says "eeeeeeeeeeeeh... yeah."
Not convincing or assuring. My fortunes didn't improve with this bus either as we literally starting driving in circles around Peckham. Peckham! I was so scared. Elephant and Castle has nothing on Peckham. Ghett-to!
After an hour and practically in tears I was so scared and lost, I bailed ship. I saw a the construction site of a high rise that I can see from my dorm and navigated my way home from there. The 381 did not go to either London Bridge or Surrey Quays and the driver was no help. What a mess.
My Sunday ruined, me upset, with nothing to eat, all so that drop-out Paula Radcliffe could poo in the road or whatever she did.