Our plan was to drive into Cambridge, catch the 7:34 train to Liverpool Street Station, then to separate and meet again for lunch.Although we arrived at Liverpool Street Station at 10∶30, Joan 1 that she would go to see the Crown Jewels in the Tower of London 2 we went shopping.It was only after her sister had 3 into the fog that my wife realized that we hadn’t decided where we should 4 her for lunch. 5 I had our three tickets for the concert in my pocket, this was indeed a 6 .There seemed to be nothing we could do but take a taxi to the Tower of London.However, we didn’t find her.
It was now one o’clock, and the concert would begin at 2:30.“Perhaps she’ll 7 waiting outside the concert hall,” my wife said hopefully.By this time the fog was so thick that the road traffic had to 8 , and the only way to get there was 9 underground railway.Hand in hand we 10 our way along the road to where we thought the 11 station should be.An hour later we found Tower Hill Station.
By now it was far 12 late even to try to get to the concert hall before the performance began at 2∶30.So we decided to 13 to Cambridge.It took seven long hours instead of two as usual to 14 that journey. 15 were we able to get any food and drink on the train.Tired and hungry we finally reached home at ten. 16 the door, we heard the sound of the telephone bell.It was Joan.She had seen the Crown Jewels, had managed to get another ticket for the concert, and had had a wonderful 17 at a restaurant near the hotel where she had decided to stay at night.Now she was 18 us to discover 19 we had an equally 20 day.