y’know, it’s been a strange weekend.

but tomorrow i go back to work and routine returns, at least until friday night.

as much as i think i like excitement and adventure, maybe all i really want is a hot chocolate and a lie-in under the duvet with a good book.

maybe.

or maybe i’m just not sure about myself outside of work, where there are clear boundaries and where i know i’m perfectly capable of carrying out the tasks given to me. or even if i’m not, it’s okay because i’m not expected to be good at anything.

people are much harder to be certain about.

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but anyway, i was sitting on top of my duvet on my bed with the papers spread out all around me and the sun just hitting the top of my head.

and it appears out of the blue, this memory of rob, his friend who is an actor (matt?), and i on primrose hill sledging down the slopes with canteen trays on our bums. we’d stolen the trays from our halls of residence, took the bus and walked through regents park and climbed that hill with those trays in our hands, like so much armour against the cold. when we reached the top, the kids all had way cooler stuff than we had. but it was fun, and we had a snowball fight and then took the bus back again when it got too dark to see. that was my first winter in london.

how far we’ve all come since.