Wednesday 11th February 2015 - Homesickness
So yesterday I had my second pang of homesickness. It’s an odd emotion. At the time I don’t really realise it’s happening, but on reflection storming around shops with tears in your eyes because everyone you know is at work doesn’t suggest total happiness. Neither does craning over the escalator banister to ask those annoying people who stand still on the left hand side (we all know this is to be left clear for people to walk up the escalator) to 'MOVE PLEASE'.
Neither does crying over a flat pack bed frame (this was homesickness experience numero uno).
Anyway, I felt much happier after buying some clothes and lying on my lounge floor listening to Sam Smith wrapped in a blanket.