Quicklyquickly.
Back at Warwick, and unpacking and decorating with fervour and fairy lights.
I would write about my flight, but it consisted mainly of being surreptitiously astonished at the married couple sitting beside me, who could not have exchanged more than five sentences for the entirety of the journey.
New depths of marital boredom. Save me from such a fate.
I am also convinced that the contents of all plastic recycle bins are delivered directly to airplane kitchens.
Busybusy.