All at sea
Bloody hell, Foyles feels like an alien place. So does London, so does the flat. I don't want to be back! *Sobs* I want to live in Venice! It is beautiful and there aren't any cars and the bus is a boat called the Vaporetto. I have my first headache for a month. I have coffee withdrawal. I have sun withdrawal. I have gossip withdrawal. Give me some, per favore. I missed you, but I wish I were still there. Luckily we have an escape plan.
The first thing I disocver on my return is that I have to be gayladyray in charge of all things gay for three months. At least I'll have windows.
Scusi, I have no idea how to write in this thing any more. I'm sure my sense of irony will return in due course.