So much has happened since last I wrote. My life has been turned upside down, inside out, back to front and all the other cliches you can think of pertaining to someone in love. Is that a wry smile on my lips? Maybe a contented one too despite my longing for London remaining. Was it depression, is it nostalgia or something more? I don't know. All I can do is say it's an ache, one that I'm learning to live with.
Time to go. The pooch has stomped off and is now circling my room - she likes all the nooks and crannies betwixt desk and bookcases, filing cabinets, stereo. The groaning is not abating so it must be feeding or walkies time.
As that strange dude with the boots, clothes and motorcycle said, "I'll be back".