Scattered Polaroids

By sp

Bizzybizzbizzbizzybizzbusy day.

And then a longer-than-planned-very-cold journey in the evening to Oxford to see Mr Graham.
Chats on the bus ride back to his house, then we both crashed.

Actually, he did chat some more, when he woke me up to tell me about the "newspaper cuttings on the ceiling". He's such a weirdo in his sleep.

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