The Race

Wow this place is busy, like Lulu's on a Friday night. Biggest challenge to date that hasn't involved food is crossing the road and ensuring I miss the retro trams. It's a bit like the start of a marathon with crossings being about 50 yards wide and several rows deep. I held my own and did pretty good timing crossing the road. Elbows firmed and pointed out in case anyone tried to pass. The meeting in the middle was interesting but years of the Dashing White Sergeant came to great use.





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