I have returned from London. In one piece but somewhat sad after the loss of my beloved Nicholas. I have managed to paint one wall of my room in time for the scheduled installing of shelves only to be informed hours later that the shelves-installer won't show up. I have cooked a delicious Couscous (dixit the eaters) and helped to cook an even better lasagne with mascarpone the day after. I reported for duty at my holiday job, lived through the medical check and met my colleagues. I have barely eaten today and I am exhausted by the heath.
Come back some other day for a review of London musea, a detailed description of my colleagues, an analysis of my emotional state and whatever more you fancy reading.
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