I have been overcome with a strong desire to kiss the ground in the last few weeks but last night it was the washing machine. Oh what a totally wonderful sight. After my Irish fuel issues, I eventually got back to London in the middle of the after-work madness. From Gatwick to London, collected the damn bags (wanted to throw them in the Thames) and then the cross-country expedition to Newark and then Lincoln. The first train was one of the lovely new LNER European style trains, the second was the lovely, character filled country single carriage train to Lincoln that rattled endlessly.
Staggered off the train with the damn bags and an easy walk to my totally wonderful new home. Well might be my temporary new home, but I could easily move in permanently tomorrow and I wouldn’t need to buy a single thing. They look after you so well at the University of Lincoln and while it was disappointing to miss Jan and John, the welcome here is almost as good as Ireland. My lovely apartment is huge and beautifully appointed. I am a bit of a fan of Tesco and there is a little Tesco over the road, a sublime washing machine, a lovely stroll to my office, a lovely EA in the office and Netflix – life couldn’t get much better
Sleeping under the stars 