Sunday, December 4

Notes from a Hotel Room, drafts

I went back down to the town where my brother is studying after my mum convinced me to join them. We visited the exact same hotel a little over a year ago and the place stocks very good single malt whiskey. Both nights I ended up in my room, music playing, drinking the aforementioned whiskey, and writing on some paper that the French gentleman on reception gave me. I need to tidy it all up but it was good to write with a pen for a change. Time to tidy it up.


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