It was a simple mission: jump on subway, travel four stops, pick up SIM card from phone shop, jump back on subway, and arrive home.
“We’re on holiday,” I pronounced boldly, as we zipped through the Morrison’s roundabout. We were off to Wales. Holiday you say, in Wales, in November? Yes – and a damn fine holiday at that, I’ll have you know. Our destination was the seaside village of Newport in Pembrokeshire. As we set off down South, homemade sandwiches and Lucozade in tow, my thoughts turned to all things British holiday: principally Golden Grahams and ginger nuts.