and pick up the keys from DHT

Twenty years years ago today, had I poked my head out of my window whilst unpacking, I would not have seen a previous inhabitant dragging their youngest past it for a quick photo before the rain kicked in as the building was only built a year before I stayed in it. I don't think twenty years in the future was a concept much in my mind back then; I was more concerned with the excruciating necessities of social interaction, though had warmed up a week or two before by going on a National Trust working holiday with a bunch of complete strangers. Going straight into a self-catering flat rather than halls probably made the whole business massively easier, whilst also probably not doing a great deal to force me to forcibly interpose myself into random groups without any purpose other than socialisation. After unloading my stuff and vaguely arranging when to properly be seen off by my parents the next day there was time for a bit of hanging around the kitchen before some people from the floors above with better outreach popped down to chivvy us out to one of the unions.