t will be a
short read for you tonight,
What is it with
the Brits and Bingo? That's what last nights entertainment was. Again
even. So after dinner we sat in the lounge with a glass of red,
before retiring.
Neither of us
slept particularly well and both of us were pleased when the alarm
beep beeped at a quarter to seven.
Breakfast was
as usual very nice thank you. Bacon, eggs, tomato and mushies. Better
make the most of it cos it will be the last one, at lest until The
Man works his magic in the kitchen.
The coach was
fully loaded and ready to go by about 0900, and as had happened on
other days the two Indian women sitting behind us started their very
loud conversation. That was until The Man turned and asked them to
keep the volume down. He did it so nicely that they didn't take
offence and it was nice to be able to hear ourselves think.
At our first
rest stop, which was only an hour down the road, the driver announced
that there would be a bit of musical chairs at the next rest stop.
There was
another bus, oops there I go again,I mean coach, from the same
company doing the same tour and the drivers must have been chatting
about the different pick ups and drop off points and so to made sense
to combine the two coachloads and then divide them up again according
to destination.
The coach trip
was the easy part of getting back to Crystal Palace.
Once we were
back in the public transport system it seemed to take forever to get
back from the drop off point. It was Friday after all, and the
beginning of the rush hours.
So here we are
back in our little flat, all unpacked and fed.
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