Back in London and I’m completely shattered. I was up at 4.45 this morning to get on the first flight into Heathrow. Madness, I won’t be doing that one again anytime soon. It doesn’t help that was I wasn’t in bed until after 5 the night before and that I went to the pub last night.

So in short
– I find myself looking at Dublin with less and less nostalgia and more and more hope.
– Everyone is odd, some more than others. It is not a bad thing.
– This whole optimism thing isn’t perhaps the worst thing in the world.
– Sometimes paranoia is just a wrong number.
– Other times it’s a sign of things to come.
– Having no late night public transport on a bank holiday Sunday is a fucking disgrace.
– Most of my day has been quite stressed. Not everyone here is working on the same page and it’s causing problems.

I’m close to falling asleep here and I’m not actually writing anything so more at some stage later.