The Angel at Burford
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Pets allowed
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... on the other plane and I was preparing for the dreadful almost terrifying 13 hour flight. I had a bit of a sleep something like maybe 3 hours and when I woke up I thought I had slept for longer so I asked mum how much longer there was and she said to me you really want to know and then she said 7 hours and at that stage I gave up on trying to get to sleep. And to Be honest it was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Then ...
... to switch his minor from Medical Science to Speech and Debate, but "accidentally" wrote Archaeology on his course change request. I still haven't figured out how one mixes up "Archaeology" with "Speech and Debate," but whatever. We had one boy come in with our first injury - he'd fallen on his knee while running and I think he seriously hurt it, even though he was trying to play it off like it was fine. But he could barely put pressure on it, so ...
... was no one else in the club except us - we had the whole place to ourselves, and we danced for about an hour. But then my meds wore off and I starting feeling ****** again. But I didn't want to leave because I knew that would be the last time I would see everyone. But I felt so rotten I finally told Natalie I had to go, and she agreed to walk back with me. Everyone went upstairs at that point to get drinks, and I told them I was leaving and that I wouldn't see ...
Drove through the rolling hills of Wiltshire to Marlborough and took a walk up and down the High Street. Strangely enough there were very expensive dress shops at the top end of High Street - so the saying is right! Pushed onto Burford for a browse through the antique shops and galleries, then onto Oxford. Caught up with the Beckster who looks exactly the same as when we left - not even a tan! Not much time to chat because ...
... to ttake this journey through all the postcards they sent me throughout the years and I consider them as much part of my family as my own parents and brother. Gotti was the one who held my hand when I was so scared to to visit my grandmother and was upset that she didn't know who I was, and Goetti has educate me so much and taught me so much about fine wine and dining,, he was also the person giving me advise on how to break it to my parents that I wanted to ...