You left me on Platform 9 at Kings Cross. The National Rail website told me the 15:42 would be packed; it was a third full.
By a miracle I managed to leave the train at Waterbeach, otherwise I’d have been back in King’s Lynn wondering where my house had gone.
As you can see, I was in rude health, 22.08km having burnt off nearly half the calories in those seven pubs;
Judging by my photos, things were a bit wobbly by then,
but I’d clearly sobered up in the two minutes it takes to reach the church,
Even though it had only just opened, I knew I’d have to wait 20 minutes (it’s cooked fresh, that’s why it’s the best Chinese takeaway in the UK), so I had to find somewhere to sit.
So, I got a gorgeous pint of Justinian (NBSS 3.5) from the brewery over the field for me as my final pre-Lockdown beer, and I lived to regret that, too.
Mrs RM was surprised to see me home by 5.20. I think she expected me to have done all 21 London pubs.
And then the plate smashed…
“You’re drunk ! GO TO BED !” she screamed. She is horrible to me.