Chapter 18

Martin stood and moved to Colin’s chair. “I am back, love.” Martin kissed the top of Colin’s head. “And I want to get into the holiday spirit. The first thing on the agenda is to go Christmas shopping. And if the offer of a tour round the sights is still on, I’ll be in that, too.”

“I’d like to come, too,” Matt said. “It’s years since I had a tour round London.”

“I think you ought to take a cab,” Harry said. “There’s no way on earth you’ll be able to park the car.”

“That’s true,” Colin said.

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“Okay, gov’ners, where to?” the cabbie asked.

“G’day, mate, we want the tour. Buck House, Houses of Parliament, the works,” Matt replied, getting into the back of the black London cab.

“Sure thing, gov. You want me to give you a commentary, like for your friend there?”

Colin bristled; some people, shop assistants and waitresses being the worst offenders, would look at Colin and ask him what Martin wanted. Martin told Colin it was known as the ‘does he take sugar’ principle.