On the way home I was in the middle of the minibus and the top 40 from 1965 was getting a bit loud so Claire behind me asked me to ask them up front to turn it down a bit. The girl in the front seat was Irish and I'd been talking to her all weekend.
'Helen...Helen...HELEN!'
Tim beside me: 'her names Mary'
'MARY!'
I didn't care that everyone was laughing at me, I was just glad to be shouting Mary like Lloyd when he crashes his limo.
Sorry Mary, and sorry Helen
Paul dropped us off to Osterley tube station and it was nippy
Still had 6.5k to cycle to get to the district line. Found that out on the way home that you can take a bike on the district line, that would of been handy to know when i first set out cause it cuts out a good bit of the city. Handy to know for the future for going on a cycle out to essex or down to Surrey too. Never been so happy to be back in my own bed in a warm room with a duvet that covers all of me. Got a nice souvenir too that will take pride of place in the hall cause we cant find replacement bulbs for the light there
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