Followed by a morning in the rain and a visit to the Lego store.

Time to leave London and head home. Perhaps via a bookshop…..

But now we have two hours on the train with a group of 4 pretend posh muppets getting slowly drunk and talking about the most inane and boring tripe going (how to squeeze whiteheads before they become blackheads, how my dog likes to chew things, Gerald remember Gerald, I have to get my hairdresser to come out I used to go to west row but my water is rubbish, we have a barn, blah blah blah).