Angela

I'm not going to sleep until I'm sure sure you're not going to leave me again. 

We had the luxury of a 1200 checkout of our Airbnb, instead of the usual 1000. As the train was at 1215, and the station only a five minute walk away there was plenty of time for a final walk along the only promenade in Cornwall (really?) and to buy some pasties for dinner tonight.  I could smell them all the way home. 

The other excitement was sharing the journey with the one and only Angela Rippon, who was sitting behind me*. She looked as glamorous as you'd imagine and stomped off across Paddington in some pretty impressive heels.

*I'll admit to not really noticing, including walking past her twice, until about 10 minutes before we got off.