Final Night in London

I got back to my Airbnb early in order to pack and write a bit, I think it was around 9pm. My host, Andrew was out, other than a quick chat when I arrived we had had amazingly good (or bad) luck at just missing each other since my arrival.

About an hour after I came home I heard Andrew come in, I was in my room with the door closed and was pretty sure I heard feet outside my door, sure enough Andrew started singing something along the lines of:

“Deeeaaaaan…. oh Deeeaaaaaan,

Dean, mysterious Dean,

When will you come down and join me for a whiskey

Oh Dean, my Dean”

So yeah… the evening kinda went from there and my head hurts this morning, was crazy fun though.

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