“When you promised me a long weekend to get away from it all, I was picturing a cottage on the coast, or a little hotel in some picturesque village, maybe even somewhere in Ireland. The middle of London is hardly ‘away from it all’, at least not by my standards. I’m here every couple of months for meetings,” Ianto grumbled.
“That’s just the point. Every time you come here it’s for work, you never get to be a tourist.”
“Jack, I lived here for four years, I’ve done the tourist stuff a dozen times.”
“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that.”