Woke up at 10 o’clock this morning. What a great sleep! Thank goodness my hostess said that I could stay until 6pm. Unfortunately I could only stay for one night because she was having some friends come into town for Christmas and they were going to use the place.
Showered, shaved, ate some Special K, and left the house at 11:30. I grabbed the bus to go back to that shopping centre again, I really like it there. Once I arrived, I B-lined it for a coffee shop. All I had at the house was tea. Tea is good, but I’m a coffee-morning person. Touring around some more on this beautiful day, and forgetting my sunglasses, I shield my eye. A glimmer in a store window caught my eye. It was a box of figures of a game I like called Warhammer 40,000. Going into the store thinking I finally found a hobby store, I discover that it’s actually a Games Workshop store, the company that makes the game. I start looking around the store and chatting with the employee there. Must have spent almost a hour in there, talking with him about the 40K universe and how much both of us want the Salamanders chapter to finally have an army book.
Leaving and grabbing the bus, I go back to my place for 4 and pack up my things. Leaving the house for my next place, I have a hour and a half train ride ahead of me.
Getting to the station, I buy my ticket and ride the train to the London Bridge station. Jumping to another train for the Chelsfield station, I meet up with my new host by 6:20. He takes me down a pitch black alley to the back of a restaurant. We walk down a sketchy hallway, and opens a door with no door handle, only a deadbolt, that says ‘Saphron Suite’ in Comic Sans font on a piece of paper in a plastic sleeve. Once inside this murder-apartment with no reception, it reminded me of the apartment that the cops found the war vet in the movie Seven. I take the keys, he leaves, I put down my things and pop out to the pub for a pint and dinner.
After eating I decide to do a bit of adventuring. Mostly because I didn’t want to go back to the apartment. Taking random directions whenever I felt like it, noticing as many pubs here as there are Timmies back home. Nothing too exciting was happening so I head back to the scary apartment where the ceiling was coming off from the walls. Getting through the door by 10, I watch an episode of Extras while getting ready for bed.