The Days In Between

On the 28th, I drive back to London with Cricket and Arthur. After the snowy magic of the Lake District, London looks a bit grey and wet and business as usual. But that’s OK, I’ve got a lot to do.

Edward is still away skiing, so I take the opportunity to have a good clear-out. It’s amazing how much stuff you can amass in a year. I moved into his flat with just a couple of suitcases and a few books, but at this rate I’m going to be moving out with a removal truck’s worth of stuff.

I find a bunch of old photographs. Actual, physical ones of Ethan and me when we first met. His flight lands tomorrow. We’ve arranged to have dinner.

My mind flicks forward, but I drag it back again. Like I said, there’s a lot to get done here. New Year, fresh start and all that.

 

 

Then, for the first time in my life, I don’t re-read what I’ve written before I press send.