What happens in London.........
A new wife for the weekend.It started just like any other weekend we’d had with Fred and Silvia. My wife and I had arranged to spend a long weekend in London, with them. We’d done a few trips with them in the past and they had all gone very well so we were very relaxed in their company. The train rolled into Euston station a little after eleven and having deposited our bags in the left-luggage office we headed off to find a cafe for lunch. Up to th...