After a comfy night's sleep in London, it was up at 6:30am in time to enjoy the free breakfast (something which John couldn't quite get over...I tried to explain that, technically, the price of the breakfast was in with the price of the room, but he didn't seem too interested!). Have to say, it was better than I expected it to be-fried egg, sausage, beans, bacon and toast, and all washed down with juice and a nice cuppa. We were all finished and checked out by 7:30, and made the short walk across the road to St Pancras Station to catch our Eurostar to France. It was a bit of a scary start to the holiday; after all my stressing that things were going to go majorly wrong with our hotels, trains and pretty much everything
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