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"Cock & Pie, pub", Ipswich 11/10
The thirteenth short sojourn was Ipswich. To my chagrin, I booked unattended accommodation again. In Ipswich on the porch, a worker was clearing old refrigerators. He said the landlord had forgotten the key to my room and he would come back in three-quarters hour. So, I left a heavy suitcase inside the entrance door. And went to the town centre to have a late lunch. When I returned to the accommodation the worker mentioned before ushered me into my room and gave me a key. Eventually, the landlord was nowhere to be seen.
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