Tales From The Crypt - Thursday 29th September 2022

Spent the night in the university's lodge, then went and had a full(-ish) English Breakfast in the University's café.

The removal lorries arrived a little after nine-thirty when chaos was unleashed.

Early in the afternoon, Q's daughter arrived and helped with unpacking, before we all went and grabbed some lunch.

After the removers left and headed back down south we did some more organising and unpacking before P (Q's daughter) drove us to a Wagamama's near the airport.

After dropping us back at the lodge, P drove home and we headed for bed as we are both pooped.

Blood Orange / 'Hope' (feat. Puff Daddy & Tei Shi) / 'Negro Swan'


[[Skip the first 30 seconds or so of the video, then the song actually starts!]]

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