Or to be strictly correct, I’m in the UK, ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
So yes, its great to see certain people and there are Old Things. But the reasons why I left are still ever present. Am tempted to curl up in a ball and pretend I’m not here. Or maybe I’m just over-analysing jetlag? No, I’m fine, I just find England heartbreaking.