I know that I have Karen coming out to
visit in a couple of days, but that doesn’t help the fact that at the moment
all I can think about is the fact that I want to go home. I’m jealous that Nick
is heading back in the next month or so for stag and wedding plans for friends,
but I’ll be stuck out here in Singapore all the way through to July. He seems
to think that it’ll be a manic whistle-stop tour with loads to do and no time
to do it in, but I would still much rather be doing that than facing down
another four or so months before I get to go back. And even then I’m only
around for a week before I have to come back again for the rest of the year. I’m
not very excited about life today.
If
I were in London at the moment, this would be one of those weekends where I
cancel all my plans and just get the train home on Friday afternoon. Sadly, the
thousands of pounds and long-haul flight that would be required to do the same
from here this weekend is a bit of a hindrance.
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| My lovely girls on the trusty Number 16 sofa |
I
had a brief (drunken on one side) Skype session with Debbie and Erin when I got
to work this morning. I was at 10am, waiting to have a conference call with my
boss while they were at 2am working out whether or not they needed to open
another bottle of wine. I know which side of the call I would rather have been
on…
I want to go home
and be by the seaside. I want to go and be in grotty London where the weather
is normal and the people are nice in a gross, miserable London way. I don’t want to be in Singapore now. I want
to go home.
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