Back in town. A little impromptu diversion on the way home took us to tiny Tudor villages in Kent, and a pub lunch at The Spotted Dog. Lou is off to India, as I keep reminding her, and my curiosity about that country has come to the fore. I’ve never been, she’s covered a lot of ground there over the years. I’m curious.
A course in a hot place. It’s a good response to jobs falling through. She’ll go somewhere beautiful and learn something new. I take my hat off to that. She was gonna be on tour for a month but instead she’ll be hot and curious.
I’m happy to be home even if it was great to be in the woods, but Lou’s impulse India trip has led to me obsessively checking Jack’s Flight Club hoping for cheap flights to Japan so I can satisfy my urge to walk Shikoku. Although I miss my friends right now. Gonna have to be organised and arrange to see people. Not everyone can be quite so responsive as I’ve been lately. Tomorrow I’ll be back doing bonkers random things for cash, and then if I’m not an idiot I’ll be best served working on my flat…
Right now bedtime. Blanket is on. I’m gonna have to get out of this bath.
AlBarclay 