At used book stores
On Charing Cross Road.
It's just a dreary, gray, autumnal, British Isles kind of day.
Puts me in mind of London in March, 1980, in the early morning; rushing to catch the train that would take us to the hovercraft at Dover, destination Calais.
Yes, thank you.
I will have another cup of tea.
Unless that was a Guinness I saw in the fridge...