London was bright and delightful and we had a splendid day. I was very glad that I was getting off the train at Diss anyway, because the train terminated there and passengers were bused to Norwich. It was raining and it's a much longer trip by road than by rail.
I hope you have all written lots of posts to entertain me, and I will read them all tomorrow. But now I'm going to bed.
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