Life I hope you'll forgive my absence but I stayed out in Manchester last night with friends and caught the 4:50am train back to Liverpool. I've had about three hours sleep. But really, had to be done. Just to see. Oddly enough though, I don't think it's the lack of sleep which has hit me, it was the forty-five minute walk to Picadilly Station from the halls of residents at the far end of Oxford Road we retired to. Good times.
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