I had been out twice now, both times to Parks. However there was a hurdle I needed to cross as a Londoner. The Tube. The London Underground criss crosses London. So if I was to go to a club or meet etc, I would need to be able to use it.

The problem was, how? How would I get to the Tube from my home. I looked into driving to another tube station to avoid being recognised at my local station. However most car parking is usually about 4hrs on the street and I needed to avoid being limited in that way. I couldn't walk out my house to the local station, for fear of being spotted by a neighbour. So, I decided to do the normal car run, and drive to an estate not too far from my local tube, that didn't have parking restrictions. It was high risk, but the best I could think of, without driving to a tube stop on the outskirts of London. 

The day came, and I did my makeup, popped on my selected outfit. A green pleated skirt, white busty t-shirt, and a denim jacket that had recently arrived from Vinted. An app I was now addicted too!

Checking outside, I walked briskly to the car, and drove round the corner, whipped off the raincoat and shorts, to put on my skirt. And then drove a short way to the estate I would park on. I checked myself over, and realised I had forgotten to put on a necklace, d'oh! I locked up, slung my handbag on, and headed up the path. The path out of the estate opened onto a hill that descended to the tube station and a small local shopping area. There was some Tennis tournament taking place down the road, so the Tube station was chaos. I had to join a queue to get into the station, and this meant people close in front and behind me. I tried to look into the distance and not worry too much. It also helps that i'm a bit myopic, so I can't see people's faces particularly well when more than a metre or so away. So I went about my business without full vision. It really helps!

The tube wasn't packed as I got on, and I sat down in the middle. Immediately like most other commuters, I got glued to my phone. Not looking around. Noone seemed to stare, and all was going well. I changed at Victoria. As I stepped off the tube, the platform was very busy. I was searching blindly, for I didn't have my glasses on, for the Victoria line. I tried to remain calm and ladylike, and headed through the various tunnels and escalators. I was soon on another busy tube. It was only one stop, so I elected to stand, and look at the doors! I was glad to get off. As I did so, another problem, wind! The departing tube train sucked the air along with it, creating a high wind. I had to pull on my hat to keep everything still up there. If my wig came off, I would just die!

The wind continued up the escalators, and I held onto the corner of my hat, pulling downwards to keep all in place. Tapping my car I was now out in Central London. Another little milestone achieved, they all add up you know! I now had no idea which way to the main road. So a bit of fumbling on my phone, and I had the right street. I crossed the wide Vauxhall Bridge Road, and was walking towards the Tate Britain. The river over on my right. 

I wasn't overly nervous, the tube was far more terrifying. I sauntered up the steps, past the hopeful people looking for donations in the foyer, and into the gallery. A wall of people seemed to be coming towards me, so I darted off to the right. Before I knew it I was looking at some amazing paintings. I briefly put my glasses on, some chap called Turner. He'd done a lot of very detailed landscape paintings, along with mythical Roman gods type stuff. I preferred the landscapes.

I was then into the YBA (Young British Artists) area, with a sheep in a blue liquid and other bits and pieces. There was also a room with a male statue on the floor with an erection. Cheeky!

I didn't have a huge amount of time, so popped my sunglasses on, and headed to the Thames. I couldn't resist another photo or two. One needs to record these moments for prosperity. I briskly passed down the steps, and then horror moment, the wife called. Luckily there's a sort of garden area that was empty to the right of the Tate, and I took the call there, away from anyone's ears. A woman had driven into a school in Wimbledon, and killed a girl the same age as my child. My child went to nursery with girls that were at the school, so lots of parents were anguished on the school what's app group. 

I crossed to the embankment, and looked out over the Thames. It was a lovely sunny day, with a brisk wind. Some joggers passed, and lots of foreign tourists. Trying to get a snap was quite tricky. 

I sat and ate my apple for a bit, and watched the boats on the Thames and tourists passing.

It was then getting time to go home. I would have to face the tube again! I was less nervous than before. And again stood on the one stop journey to Victoria. Victoria was busier still than before, and I tried to calmly walk along the passages and up the escalators to the right platform.

I moved along the Westbound platform to try to find a bit of space. Confident I had, a train pulled up. I got on, and there were no seats, and it was packed. Rats! I was now completely surrounded by people. I kept looking around for somewhere to look, and settled on whipping out my phone. Phew! At Earls Court, people alighted to exit and change lines. I had some breathing room and sat down. 

We pulled into Southfields, decorated with the paraphernalia from this Tennis tournament that had closed roads and brought chaos to our area. I joined a queue and plodded up the steps. Finally out, I took another bold decision with my growing confidence. I went to get bits and pieces for a picnic as my child's school broke up from Marks & Spencers. M&S is a bastion of Daily Mail reading, middle class women who would be appalled at a TV walking about. However my confidence was in overdrive, let's do this!!! Of course, no one seemed to bat an eyelid, and I picked up my food from the self service till. Gawd bless self service tills!

I headed up the hill to the estate where I'd parked. Hoping the local kids hadn't set it on fire or nicked the wheels! I got to the car, and all fine. As was the quick nip into my property, and the wonderful feeling and emotions of locking the door behind me! WOW!!!!

I had done it, I had gone into town on the tube, wandered around in public and come home again. Now, pretty much anything was possible, including TV clubs!