I saw my reflection in the thirteenth floor windows before I woke up to see a gleaming polished head in an oyster shell. I had to walk an avenue counting prehistoric menhirs before I left the house (which was shaped like an acoustic guitar). 66 more words
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- Where did I go? Home, train to Newcastle, flight down to Sotton, train back.
- Did those places make it harder to keep on track? The airport was a place I will normally grab loads of food because “disrupted habits” are a prime source of snackage, but I resisted it pretty well. 287 more words