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London Day 22

Saturday! Err what happened Saturday.. Oh yes.. I went here for breakfast.. Had eggs and soldiers. And read the Guardian cover to cover.

Got back to discover a bird in the house (which is not worth two in the bush or anything vaguely like that as it turns out). So shut the dog in one room and opened windows till eventually it flew out! Spent next twenty minutes clearing up bird turd!

Did some more reading and then went out and bought essential items for camping (Olays foaming facial cloths and a head torch.. you may wish to join my diminutive friend in mocking me for said purchase but I won't fall down a rabbit hole.. I ma of course talking about the head torch now.. feel free to mock the foaming facial cloths.)

And that was about it!

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