 |
I
ended up hitting the sack at about 4am, sunk by the bottle of
Malt Whiskey i had been drinking with Mr O'Neill the previous
evening. We headed off into Manchester so he could catch
a train to London before he hits Amsterdam and Berlin. The rest
of the day was spent trying to get back on track as there's
lots to be done before a move which is now happening in under
two weeks. Plenty to sort out, plenty to do these days.
Non-stop or so it seems. |
