Two Bruised Turtles Depart Finsbury Park

Two turtles set off from finsbury park, bandaged and rib bruised from crack fiend assault in Stoke Newington which rudely disturbed the final leaving do. The Viking sprang into action as the dastardly instigator swiped Yann's phone. But we gave chase, following him down a dark alley. I tripped and comedy phlittered across the road scraping my poor belly and ribs. Yann bravely persisted in his chase sprinting after the fiend on his bicycle, unluckily (or perhaps luckily) he didn't catch up with him. Having half an hour earlier surrendered the other Iphone to Higgers we became abruptly Iphone-less, freed from the final shackles of modern London Life and the Great I need an Apple Conspiracy.

So after finally depositing our three thousand vacuum packs & boxed books in attics and British barns and thoroughly heart warmed from a great send off from dear friends and family and a few special days with Miss Edie Ibbotson we went West to Heathrow.

 Each with his ten kilo turtle shell not before treating ourselves to a hangover McDonalds lunch in lovely Wood Green. And what a glorious sunset awaited us basking the glorious Heathrow Airport.