Back in London after a whole month of relative idleness.
So what did I do with all that time?
Well...
I saw Dame Edna at the Curran Theatre.
I burnt my bum on Baker Beach.
I ate a lot.
I read more than I ate.
I had fights with my lover.
She thought they were my fault, I thought they were hers. It's usually the way it goes.
I watched the fog roll in.
I discovered cable tv.
I tried to not count the days.

And now I'm back home.

It's that dreaded time of the year : when the cycle starts all over again. Normal adult people have it in January; mine comes with September. Back for another ride. This time it might be even worse, being newly dumped.
There are many new books to be read, work to be done, that'll keep me thinking about something else.