I went and bought my train ticket home today. I have decided that nothing is easy when it comes to purchasing tickets from Thames Trains. It seems that there is engineering work between Newcastle and Darlington, so my return journey may involve buses and possibly two hour waits at York. I'll have to take a good book.   We couldn't be bothered to find a pub to sit in tonight, so we had a night in with the TV. Andy came over, complaining that his girlfriend and his flatmates has disappeared. We gave him a drink and he settled down soon enough.
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