Day Three – The Last Night in England

I went to the Black Lion tonight. There were many hours of reminiscing, and me and Olivier didn’t leave until after midnight. My last ever evening with the spiritual landlord of the Black Lion – Richard. I’m sad about the loss of another stalwart of my late teens, but what can one do?

Packing is now the order of the day. Please text me anything I might have forgotten.

Photo Two – Proving Vets Wrong

Was talking to mum, about how stupid Heze is, chewing off her own feet. She remembered a random disease, from her medical school days, called “Lesch-Nyhan Syndrome”. The pic is taken from her old uni textbook.

Here’s an extract from another bit of the text: