Hee. At lunch today, I wrote a sentence in my notes for Midnight Never Come that still has me giggling.
I'd share it, but it would be a terrible spoiler. (Yes, I'm a tease.)
Last day.
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I want to stay, and I want to go. I'm already attached to things here, such as walking home up Ludgate Hill with
the cathedral ahead of me. I'll miss that, like I'll miss the Thames. But I'm ready to be home, really
home.
Which is generally how trips work.
I'll probably post one more time tomorrow with some final impressions, if you've come here for the account of my
trip. Regular blogging will resume after that.