Notwithstanding the fact that it's now after midnight, today (ie. June 4th) marks nine months to the day since I arrived in London. It also marks my last day of class. In truth I feel tired and a little bewildered. Overwhelmed that it has gone so quickly, daunted by what lies ahead and just so pleased to have my dissertation proposal presentation out of the way. It was a serious exercise in brain fry. I called White City tube station "White Station tube city" today. And didn't even realise.
A lovely weekend of sleep and playtime at the Tate Modern lies ahead. And packing for Venice.
Oh I'm tired.
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