We're planning a couple of days in London, but we've made a mistake. We intended to go to a play on a Friday evening, a matinée on Saturday afternoon and then come home - also a couple of exhibitions on the Friday afternoon and Saturday morning. Efficient and perfect, hey? Except, having booked the trains, the hotel and the Saturday, we then discovered that we were a week out for the other show. The Saturday is the last day for one, but the other doesn't open for another week. D'oh, darlings.
All the rest works, so we will choose something else for Friday night. But we can't see how it was that neither of us noticed.
Tomorrow, we will go and look at tiles. I feel overstretched and harassed, but I can't let the pace slip.
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