In August 1999 I was in London with my sister. I am guessing with Estee it'll be slightly different, and though I don't know what to expect – I am really looking forward to it. I got a train to Hook of Holland in the afternoon, a boat to Harwich and another train to London. The Palace Hotel at Inverness Terrace didn't disappoint: cheap but a nice bed and all the usual comforts. It's very close to Hyde Park, where she and I agreed to meet tomorrow. I gave her a call at 10 pm, just to hear her voice again and let her know I got to London just fine. She's really looking forward to tomorrow and actually I am not.. I'm looking forward to the day after tomorrow. When hopefully these nerves have calmed down a bit.

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