We disembarked promptly in the morning, stopped at Costa for a coffee and a tea before making our way to Victoria, thence to the Oxford Tube, and homeward around noontime. All the transport for the day went very easily, so full marks to the Sleeper crew, the Victoria line, and the Oxford Tube. We were, however, utterly and comprehensively knackered. Margaret took a nap; I sat about gazing hazily into space; we dined on pizza, and watched the first pair of episodes of Dicte, which is not top-shelf Danish noir, but amply suffices for our purposes.