Here am I in London again (Kingston really), eating left-over from the writing week Fruit 'n Fibre out of a coffee cup. It works quite well - they are large cups, and I'm using the juice from the pineapple and a couple of the milk portions that go with the hospitality coffee & tea, because there's no way I'm paying the nearly ten quid the hotel wants for a full breakfast.
I have a charged up oystercard, and was going to visit the Museum of Docklands today, maybe the Wallace Collection as well, but I woke up feeling almost as tired as when I went to bed. Who knew a writing holiday would be so exhausting *g*. So that's tomorrow's plan instead. Probably do some shopping today, I still have some room in my bag.
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