A weekend ago, I traveled to Oxford. Originating from a group of splendid Oxford scholastics, it’s been to some degree troublesome for Father to grapple with the way that I now live in ‘the other place’ (otherwise known as. Cambridge), where the Clever Boyfriend is taking his PhD. With a specific end goal to keep the peace (however truly to visit my one of my most established and dearest companions who is presently herself a cunning Oxford scholarly), I guarantee I pay customary visits to the city of imagining towers.

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