Inexplicable

The trains, the trains. First, to London. We have a couple of hours to spare - Claire kills for lipgloss, Angus sorts out his bank card. We try to cram all our stuff into fewer bags, with limited success. Sustenance from Wasabi at Kings Cross.

At the end of the journey I extract my travel charger from the LNER socket to find one of the prongs unaccountably bent. It’s not hot. There’s no way to bend it back. It will neither pack away, nor fit into a socket. But how did it get that way?

Long wait for a taxi at Waverley. Very full car to Straiton. Even fuller car after shopping. Chips from Pennycook. Home!