My Oxfordian exile ended on saturday. It’s been quite sweet, especially thanks to Victoria’s hospitality, a very patient couch-guest, I must say. I owe you a big one.
So I’m in London again, although still practically homeless, even if technically I’m not. A long story, indeed, worth a longer post as soon as the dust will settle. Stories need a proper beginning and end, to be told and enjoyed ;)
So for now I’m enjoying this quiet evening in Croydon instead, in the very place where this whole british adventure started, exactly 20 months ago.
Meanwhile, I cast a half lazy and half excited thought at the next weeks, looking forward to get back in sync with the crazy and lively soundtrack of London’s daily dance.
