It was blue, then grey, then blue. It was undecided, like us, as to what to do.
Then the palms moved and it became obvious that this would be a coat day.
Thus we decided to go back to Voldemort for one last visit to see if we had judged it unfairly.
We thought we would try to find a tat free shop, a shop that did not need a torch to see into its furthest recesses, a quiet coffee stop, a bar worthy of the title, in short anything that came over as a decent place.
We wandered to the south, that's quite a way I can tell you.
We wandered to the north and that's quite an ordeal.
We had given up and were making for The Park to ease the ordeal when there right outside The Bingo Plaza we found a place that was going to give us a good deal, that was clean, that was bright, free of all things shiny and nasty.
Overjoyed, we went in and joined the queue.
I had a Big Mac and fries with Tango, the financial officer had a McChicken burger, fries and Coke.
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