The Anonymous Widower

How I Was Imprisoned In A Pizza Restaurant And Driven Home By The Metropolitan Police

At lunchtime today, I received a phone call, saying that my GP’s surgery could see me at 16:30 this afternoon, to discuss my lack of sleep, arthritis and various strains and pains.

My middle son; Henry had expressed a desire to be at such an appointment, so I said, that if he could chauffeur me to the GP, he could come along.

His diary co-operated and he duly arrived outside my house at 16:00.By the time of the GP’s appointment, we had parked conveniently outside the surgery and we had been ushered into the GP’s consulting room.

We had a good meeting and by just after five, we had broken up and agreed a comprehensive plan for the diagnosis of my problems.

Henry had three problems of his own.

• He had legal work to do for the morning.
• He needed to do some bits of shopping.
• He also said, that he was feeling rather hungry.
• I too was hungry and needed to do some  shopping.

So I suggested we drive to Southgate Road and see if we could get a pizza in Sweet Thursday.

• They do gluten-free pizzas, so I would have no dietary worries.
• In previous meals, I have found the quality excellent.
• There are shops nearby, where we could shop, if we needed.

As I approached the restaurant, I decided we had made the right decision, as there was a parking space about twenty metres from the restaurant.

We both had similar meals.

• Ham and mushroom pizzas, although mine was gluten-free.
• I drunk a zero-alcohol Lucky Saint, whilst Henry had a Diet-Coke.
• We both finished off, with two scoops of appropriate ice cream.

It was only, when we had paid and tried to leave that we got a very big surprise.

Parked in front of the restaurant with its disabled ramp extended, like some beached airliner was a 141 bus, that was empty of passengers.

• There was broken glass at the front of the bus.
• Was this evidence, that the bus had hit something or somebody?
• The police had strung white tape everywhere.
• There were half-a-dozen police cars and ambulances blocking Southgate Road.

Henry’s car wouldn’t be going anywhere for some time, as it was blocked in by two ambulances and a police car with flashing blue lights.

• So, Henry and I each had a coffee, to pass the time.
• We also made friends with others trapped in the restaurant.
• Henry also obtained information from the police, that no-one would be moving, until it was known that no-one would be moving until the full state of the injuries of the person hit by the bus was known.

So Henry and I just sat there with several others on the hard chairs in front of the restaurant.

In the end, for me, it was over very quickly.

• I live about a kilometre North of the incident.
• Some were walking from the incident to the Balls Pond Road to get a bus.
• I am fairly sure, Henry had told the police, that it was far too far for me to walk with my arthritic hip.

I was put in the back of a police car and ferried home, at about 21:45.

Thanks to the Metropolitan Police.

I have some further thoughts.

Do I Drink Enough?

Since lunchtime, I have drunk the following.

• 4 x 330 ml – Adnams Ghost Ship 0.5 % Beer
• 1 x 330 ml – Lucky Saint 0.5 % Beer
• 300 ml – Assorted water and juices.
• 1 cup – coffee.

Is that enough?

I certainly slept better last night!

July 30, 2024 - Posted by AnonW | Food, Health, Transport/Travel | Adnams Ghost Ship 0.5% Beer, Ambulance, Arthritis, Buses, Coeliac/Gluten-Free, Ice Cream, London Bus 141, Lucky Saint, Metropolitan Police, My Family, My Son Henry, Parking, Pizza, Police, Road Accidents, Shopping, Sleep, Sweet Thursday