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What have I become?! I used to pop to London on a whim, visit a gallery, stroll into Topshop, drink a coffee that cost more than a car, and wander home again. Now I'm booked to go weeks in advance, it takes 3 hours to get there, and I'm writing notes of places I have to go while I'm there (OK, mostly a list of shops and clothing items, but still). I've turned into a yokel *trauma*. Feel free to call me Cleetus from now on :-(