Albert Makes A JourneyALBERT PIGGOTT arrived at Victoria Coach Station later in the morning, and his first port of call was a café. Breakfast time seemed a long way behind him. He sat at a table and waited for someone to serve him.He was not a lover of London. True, he had only visited the capital about five or six times in his life, and had always thought it noisy and dirty. If anything, it seemed noisier and dirtier than ever.'Self-service here, love,' said a large woman setting down a tray on his table.Albert looked bewildered.'You fetch your own, see? Get a tray and pick out what you want off of the bits and pieces. You get your drink at the end.''Thanks,' said Albert, picking up his case.'You can leave that with me, love. I shan't pinch it.'Albert shuffled off, collected the tray and, copying the rest of the queue, selected a currant bun and a plastic cup of coffee.'I takes sugar,' he said to the girl behind the hissing machine.'On the table,' she told him impatiently. Albert drifted off.The woman at his table was busy with a large piece of chocolate cake and a cup of tea.She nodded to him, but he was relieved to find that she seemed quite content to continue her meal in silence.
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