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| Saint Pancras International Station |
We deposited our bags at the station - which was more like an international flight check in - "Do your bags contain firearms or explosives?" - and set off to find a tube train to Baker Street. After twenty minutes of trying to buy a ticket we admitted defeat and set off on foot, only to be rescued by a phone call from Mark who told me which button to press. By the time we arrived at Baker Street he was there too, as if by magic.
While Sue shopped in "Long Tall Sally" Mark and I enjoyed a coffee on the sidewalk next door. Long Tall Sally failed to live up to expectations, so we started the trip home to Coulsdon. This was achieved via a pub beside the Thames, not far from Tower Bridge, where Mark explained to me what beer is, and we drank some. Mark quite likes a Guinness.
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| A drink beside the Thames |
