Came away to London today, and it's been mostly a coffee day - more due to the lack of time and the several shedloads of Stuff that have needed to be done. Am staying over-a-couple-of-nights with my mate Sally-Anne, and am currently sitting on a kickass-cool red leather sofa, listening to the Rolling Stones and having had a Tescos pizza to mollify the idea of eating. All very well and good, and having a lovely time.
But you know, there's a whole parallel-dimension...ness about the thing. Firstly, came away on a much later train than usual, so all my normal UberCommute routines were blown out of the water.
Secondly, there's something altogether Other about the idea of not coming home tonight to my wife, my flat, my whole bubble-world.
Need to maintain the specialness of home of course, but pretty much have to get the hell over myself by the morning - conference day, so work work work.
And on we go...
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