It was just painful from beginning to end. Nearly six quid for a very average and very dry pasty at Euston, the heavens opened and soaked me to the skin on my half mile walk from Old St, ( ever tried finding a London taxi in the rain? ) the luggage rack was full on the way back and I had sit with a massive hold-all on my knees with my face pressed into the back of it, and my phone ran out of battery by lunchtime. The only saving grace was that the bogs that normally cost 30p ( thirty blinking pence ! ) at Euston had some problem with their turnstiles so they were free today. Not a huge compensation for all the rest of it, but I counted it as a minor victory I suppose.
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