Andy picked me up early (930) and we got on the road for Cambridge. His parents live there, and he was going anyway, so he offered me a ride. It was a long day with sloppy roads—plenty of ice and slush. Laura switched between sleeping and singing in the backseat, while Andy and I talked about a bunch of different things. Not much to really say about the day, but we got into Cambridge around 515p and went out for dinner at a pub (I had sausage and mash).
I got to the house I’m staying at here, which belong to some friends of George. They’re very nice people (Kate and Peter Crofts) who’ve welcomed me in. I have a stable internet connection for the first time since leaving the states and had an email from Carsey in which she needed Sandy’s number—follow up emails established that her car had been broken into and a bunch of her stuff was stolen. Needless to say, this stresses me out, and I have trouble sleeping.
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