Uber driver took me home through tired streets. Bergman parked in Hampstead for better or worse and did we successfully park it with the app? I don’t know. Post tour a game of chess in Siwan’s flat and I never had a chance but at least we played it through. Nathan would usually abandon it when losing. Now I’m here at home with the fishtank and only a couple more nights in London before the adventures unfold in a different direction once more.
Lou is in Copenhagen on an adventure of her own now. She’s the one treading the unfamiliar while I go over ground I’ve covered before. A very happy audience tonight though, plying me with red wine until the lack of food becomes far too apparent and yes I think I’ll put my finger down my throat. Oh dear. The relief is temporary and now I must sleep and drink water simultaneously as well as somehow make words again.
Unseasonably warm, this October. Pleasant for us, and continuing I am told, but as ever one wonders about the natural world. We don’t need to put the heating on though. That can only be a good thing.
My sofa is pleasant and welcoming. Tom leaves on Sunday and my bed becomes mine again, just in time for me to be away for ages. My plants are happy, the fish are full and clean. I need to pack for Uruguay as the turnaround is going to be tight from Majorca. Right now though I need to go to bed bed bed beddiebyes. Zzzz
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And publish. That would’ve been a good idea. Too tired. Drunk? Well, yes. Perhaps.
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