Toilets quite clean

After eulogising about the cleanish toilets on the train, Clarkey is now packing up the considerable pile of rubbish from our table. There is momentary calm in the carriage as the nippers have quietened or are being toileted. All the buffoons seem to have departed. Lucky London.
I have completed the sudoku. As usual, it has left me feeling oddly empty, left to ponder the pointlessness of the enterprise.