Well, thank you... for a lot of amazing comments at the end of the last blog. Life's a lot more cheerful this Sunday than last, I'm glad to report. What a difference just a week can make in life...combined with a fair dose of happily optimistic planning, a little bit of research, and a lot of long-distance phone calls to the ends of the earth (literally). Watch this space.... I think it's all going to be okay. Maybe. Just. Which is better than I was feeling last Sunday night.
It has certainly been a roller coaster. I slipped out of London as dawn broke on Friday morning, leaving the detritus of the birthday party I'd thrown for my friend Mo in the flat the night before. There's nothing at these moments quite like escaping to Dorset. If I ever wonder, from time to time, why I try and make it all work to live in two places at once, Friday explained it all. The cares of the world fall away as quickly as the miles pass. The journey, so familiar, passes like a dream. Do you ever have that moment when you are travelling a deeply familiar route where you suddenly realise you're not quite sure where the last 50 miles went? As if you have suddenly been picked up and placed down again further down the road? That was my going to Dorset on Friday morning.