Wapping and not Wapping

Well, I broke the Monday thing. To the extent that Monday was rubbish. However, the Sunday before was my best single day for ages. I was in Wapping, London. On the high street a 170 and 171 were parked in close proximity to each other. I could actually see both of them at the same time with one set of eyes.

Then as alluded earlier, Monday passed. But Tuesday was better with a 172 on the way home from work on the Leeman Road. This was not in Wapping, but in York where I live.

That means that for those three days I was averaging one spot a day. How impressive?!!

Ok, not very impressive. Tragic would be a better word. For this whole damn thing.