Well, home after work. Collected assorted childhood remnants and read some terrifying tokens of my sheer downright weirdness as a child in the shape of my year three creative writing book. Great to see the folks, as per usual. Missed an enlightening looking documentary on Nicky Haslam but what can ya do?
Picasso biography is ace. Montmartre blue period at the mo.
Off to bed.
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