And so, in London. It is strange to return, as I’ve said a few times already. This house is soon to be sold, so when I leave I won’t return to it and, uncomfortable as it is, it is a beautiful house, one that I’ll miss. I was quite zonked all day, though luckily the others spent much time out of the house so I could be by myself. I’m not used to being around other people, and fond as I am of these ones, I do find family life a bit trying (this also goes for my own family). In the afternoon I went for an eye test as my glasses are so badly scratched it’s shameful. Glad to report that the blood in my eyes yesterday (which I think I forgot to mention) was not because of a stroke or something but because I punched myself in the face without noticing. On the way back I strolled a good long way through Hampstead’s pretty streets, getting lost of course, but also enjoying it. For some reason, even after all these years, I often get lost in Hampstead.
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