Arrived back in one piece. Although a little sleep depraved after te boy decided night time was the ideal time to test his torch and glow sticks and draw (what seems like) dozens of pictures.
The unwashed masses are having their ears bent (edit: I meant burned, but I think bent is better, so I'll leave it) by some chancer, who calls himself Karl Marx. He implores public ownership of all assets. Crazy talk!
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