Steve went to V festival this weekend and arrived home late last night....the sounds of the front door dimly registered as I tried to stand up and hit my head on the ceiling, which in itself, was a shock. Then he turned on the light in the hall....I woke up standing on my bed with my duvet gathered up in my arms ( I was trying to move it out of the way of the pink and yellow striped rats that could jump.....no, really!)
Today is my last day in 27a, I do feel really sad today. The last solid thing (other than friendships) linking me to Stansted ends today, only my life in Italy remains.
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