I had slept very well, having modified the sleeping arrangements. It rained during the night, but I woke up nice and dry. I needed to leave before everyone else so came home by coach.
The coach trip was quite epic. It trundled sedately from village to village before eventually arriving at Plymouth. The journey was very good until we got to Slough, at which point we met the usual sorry catalogue of 'accidents' (usually a misnomer for 'bad driving') and road closures, which got me to my connecting coach with just two minutes to spare. I got there alright but the driver wouldn't let me get on, as it was already full of passengers from another coach which had broken down. That meant I had to wait two hours for the next coach home. After setting out at nine in the morning, I eventually got home at a quarter past eleven at night. I was feeling very tired indeed. I passed the pub where I play and saw that it was empty, so I had a quick pint to settle down.
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