The Return Home

It is good to be home. The world is as I left it. Room mates have taken care of the plant. I was honoured that they actually spent time researching how to keep it alive. I was amazed actually anyone would go to this much trouble for a house plant I own. They must have missed me. 

I had my first dinner away from Woodbrooke food. It was spartan, but I was happy to return to the discipline of my normal routine. I think potentially I was too hard on myself and what is a holiday for but to enjoy the good food which is cooked for you. My digestive system didn't agree, but it is essentially true.

The course (or YALP) went out with a bang. A great bonfire and a party, where boundaries where tossed to the side, and we danced with no Quaker elder objecting. I was too tried for both these great social events, and annoying looked at my phone and tried to get other's to admire a picture of a tiny horse I had found (I was socially failing out of tiredness). 

The morning after the party, we had to pack early morning and be gone so quickly. I wanted longer to linger in the after glow of such a wonderful time, but it wasn't to be. We had our final meeting for worship together, then lunch, and then I disappeared; the first to go. Someone started playing 'It's The Final Count Down,' and it was another life affirming moment. 

And so the mad dash for the coach began. The bus was late, and noisy, and the never ending singing of a child who never listened to their mother, were the first introductions back into the real world which awaited me. I powered my way to the coach station, to find the coach was late. People were grumbling, and my phone died before I could show staff my ticket. I talked my way on and offered to show my passport, but they said there was no point, and to just get on. I blagged my way home, but I did have a ticket. 

Travelling on the coach was smooth. I didn't listen to much music (very, very unlike me), and did some writing. Not sure I can reflect anymore, another think unlike me. 

Now I am gently roasting away in my room. It is incredibly hot in London. 

The future awaits, who knows what life will bring next!!!!???

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