It's Easter, all the shops are closed in Newcastle's City Center. We walked around with the little nippers. I call them the smart tykes brigade, with the cool breeze pervading in the northeast area. The radiant rays of the sun was simply a promise in the horizon. We have hours of train rides ahead for the hubby and me. There are at least a million stops until London King's Cross. Patience is the key to sanity. The novel I carry ought to be hilarious but I'm struggling dissecting between the lines. Oh well, I've got to drift off now. My right fingers are frozen pressing the touch screen.
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