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In the tradition of the classic jailbreak, Helen baked me a cake with a file in it, facilitating my escape from the asylum.
Thought the least I could do was to buy her a coffee at the Tin Shed On Wheels before I change my identity, have plastic surgery and disappear to South America on tonight’s flight, so off we toddled/hobbled to the market.
Great to get a decent cup of coffee from nice people, even better to drink in the company of someone as cool as Helen.
On second thoughts, I think I’ll stay after all.
(Anyone want a seat on the 23:30 flight to Rio tonight…?)
