Wednesday, June 16, 2004
The Return
London.
Hot. 27 degrees. Grey. Overcast.
Thanks to a minor miscalculation, I now have 4 hours to kill before embarking on the next leg of my journey halfway across the world. From Singapore, to Portsmouth.
It's been a strange holiday. One of the first where I was chronically sleep-deprived, and out there doing things - but having a good time. Good memories. Thank you, for coffee, Harry Potter, the scars on my hands and dessert cocktails.
It all seems so surreal now. So far, far away. An alternate reality.
Hmm. And I've got this itch on my arm.
Maybe I should have met the vet after all... heh
*****
I remember
Once bitten, twice shy
Twice bitten, thrice sly
Thrice bitten, eternally paranoid.
Yeah, that was it.
Hot. 27 degrees. Grey. Overcast.
Thanks to a minor miscalculation, I now have 4 hours to kill before embarking on the next leg of my journey halfway across the world. From Singapore, to Portsmouth.
It's been a strange holiday. One of the first where I was chronically sleep-deprived, and out there doing things - but having a good time. Good memories. Thank you, for coffee, Harry Potter, the scars on my hands and dessert cocktails.
It all seems so surreal now. So far, far away. An alternate reality.
Hmm. And I've got this itch on my arm.
Maybe I should have met the vet after all... heh
*****
I remember
Once bitten, twice shy
Twice bitten, thrice sly
Thrice bitten, eternally paranoid.
Yeah, that was it.
