As it goes, I’m still here. I was supposed to leave on Monday, but I’m still here. Various reasons. It’s that same feeling all over again - sitting at my desk, with a novel or my laptop for company, the room entirely empty save for the few pieces of luggage on the floor, echoes bouncing off walls.
I had some time, so I went across the road to Hyde Park, as I usually do before my flights. Such a lovely day…
And I’m off. For real this time.
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