Hmm. In attempt not to do a flaky I am writing a post. Hey – I’m not promising great things.
I’m back in London after a super duper weekend away. I can’t help but wonder what on earth I’m doing back in London, since I only ever came here accidentally and the ‘accident’ that brought me here is long since over and done with. Samuel Johnson said ‘when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life’. Apart from the being a man bit, I think I might agree: I am in London. I am tired of life.
I’ve had a weekend full of people – and not just people, but people who care and people who know me (Mr Wise teased me mercilessly because of the jitters, which is good, because it actually is very funny) and now I’m home to a flat full of nothing and nobody to care*
Maybe I’m just lonely.
Maybe I need my bed.
Maybe though, I need to go home. Wherever the hell home is?
……I knew it would be a strange post.
*Cue the violins