Storyteller's World

I forgot to mention the little treat I allowed myself on the way back from Church House to Marylebone: popped in to the Apple Store in Regent Street. It's an astonishing place, designed more like a play area for grown-up kids, than a shop. (Sort of Early Learning Centre for geeks.) The really annoying thing was that because it was so crowded, all the play areas were occupied and I ended up having to buy something (the something I'd really gone there for) and leave, without having a chance to play myself. But since most of the play that was going on seemed to consist of downloading tunes onto their iPods - and an iPod is a gadget I'm not currently tempted by - I'm not sure what I would have found to 'play' with.

Basically I could do with another nearby Mac-head to compare notes with. That's why it was such a treat when Tom was home the other Sunday and we spent the whole meal talking Mac OS. Much to Li's disgust.

(And another thing. Today was my first journey on the Jubilee Line, and the interchange at Baker Street looked just like something out of a slightly nightmarish futuristic film.)