I'll have you know I just made it to a pleasant lunch at The Caledonian Club followed by a pint at the Grenadier. I'm now just sitting on my 17:20 carriage waiting to be taken back west to civilization. I have armed myself with two ready mix cans of Gordon & tonic. Barbarism I know, but needs must.
On the other hand, my late train this morning meant I didn't have a chance to find a small something for Mrs Stoner on our anniversary this week so I shall be dead and buried in a shallow grave by Thursday. Tell them I said something.