8 more miles to go with the car, or 1 hour in London time. Tank filled and car returned, we went our separate ways. Annette to museum, Harrod's and that sort of stuff, and me to the gym after a good rest in the lounge.
Reunited, we took the long (because luggage is heavy) walk, train, walk (extra as we went the long way), to Candi' s to cook dinner for the masses, watch their cat throw up, eat dinner and survive the crash to ground from the three-legged decorative chair that nobody told me about. Lionel Hutz will be in touch.
With the hour growing late and a 4am wake up call, we bid farewell for another year, got a much-appreciated lift to the station and gave thanks that at last there were lifts to carry the bike, bags and us, rather than the nightmare that is The London Stairmaster experiment.
Train to Gatwick, check in bags, bus to our hotel and the prospect of 4 hours sleep if we slept immediately.
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