Our train back to London isn't until 1pm, so we head into Bristol for breakfast. It takes a little while to find a decent-looking cafe but eventually we have a seat and a decent fry-up in front of us. Properly fed (and finally having recovered from Saturday night) we stroll through the Galleries in search of some vaguely last-minute Christmas presents while K hunts for a new dress for her work Christmas party next week. No luck, though - and by the time we decide to make our way to the station I'm thoroughly sick of shopping and actually looking forward to getting on the train.
The journey is as quick and smooth as it was on the way down and I manage to get a little bit of writing done on the way (in between episodes of Community and Louie). K is due to go the doctor's on the way home, so we go our separate ways at King's Cross and I head home with the bags. By the time I'm there I'm totally shattered and not exactly looking forward to heading back out to go grocery shopping - but after a shower and a change of clothes I'm relatively rejuvenated and ready to do some shopping. Amazingly, having managed to avoid finding a dress she likes in the whole of Bristol, I find K happily paying for a dress in Harringay on the way to Sainsbury's. We needn't have bothered going at all!
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