We arrived in London in the middle of the day, and I confidently led Connor down to the Underground to top up my Oyster card and buy him a new one. Mysteriously, our debit cards and credit cards were callously rejected by the Oyster top-up machine. Our confidence fell dramatically. We wisely tried a very very small amount on the machines, which was accepted. This has been the only instance of our cards being rejected so far...and I can only offer a gentle criticism of the Oyster machine at Heathrow- many or most of your customers are tourists. Get it together! It's a bit disconcerting to arrive, red-eyed, and have your main form of money turned away.
We expertly navigated our way to Sam's office, had a quick coffee with him, and then headed over to his house to sleep off the pain. We woke up rewarded by Kit's happy bath gurgles, and spent the rest of the evening talking with Sam and Susie and enjoying a delicious dinner. As you might expect, our conversation took a political turn...
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