Genuinely last stop at High Commission - knock on wood - so they can return our photocopy of previous passports. Then check out route to Heathrow for Wednesday morning. The usual won’t work for crack of dawn departure. Transport for London’s suggestion of changing at Hammersmith works much more smoothly than one might have imagined even though it means two changes rather than one, as it cuts out a set of stairs. An advantage with suitcases. And, having gone as far as Hammersmith, explore a bit in the area of the charity shops. There’s an Amnesty bookshop with really tempting (other than the weight) second hand books. Next time? J refuses even to look at the CDs, as they’re all on sale for a pound and he knows he wouldn’t resist. Next time too for a new restaurant too, called Brown Rice. It’s a Thai place, and the buffet displayed in the window looks absolutely delicious. But by now we’re on our way to the Polish Cultural Centre for a spot of comfort food and nostalgia. Perogies, veal goĊabki, and - sheer indulgence - apple szarlotka for me and poppyseed cake for J.
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