Hooligans and High Tea, Part II

Friday morning, Robin and I got up, packed up, checked out, and had a taxi called for us. The taxi driver arrived a bit late, as his company sent him to the wrong hotel. He was in a foul mood, and was surly for the ride. It’s not like it put US out or anything.Continue reading “Hooligans and High Tea, Part II”

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