It’s been an epic last weekend in London
with all the requisite factors – alcohol, tears, museum visits, high teas, posh
meals, public transport fails, contemporary art piñatas and pouring, sobbing
rain.
I’m exhausted, a little overwrought,
foggily dazed and both dragging my feet and ready to pull the pin.
I might be
flexible but I don’t thrive in limbo.