Back home

… a dirty house, an empty fridge and a horror of work.

Also, friends who invite me to dinner the night I’m back, friends who will ride half an hour to come have dinner with me, and friends who keep me company through a nightmarish wait at the airport. But more on that later.

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One Response

  1. Friends are something else, no.
    Good you have so many. 😛

    Pardon the lapse of speech. Chumma felt like 🙂

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