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I get the train to London. First it’s delayed by damages wires, then it’s about to depart, then it’s cancelled. We rush from platform 5 to 19. I’m glad I “won” a SeatFrog upgrade - I can only imagine how crowded it is in the standard carriages.

I meet Tim at the King James by Waterloo. Claire arrives from Poole, hungry, so we head for North Marsh and an odd Korean diner. Surprisingly bland.

We wander to the Embankment, head across the bridge at Charing Cross, and spend a happy hour at Gordon’s Wine Bar, sitting outside in convivial gloom with cheese and fortified wine.