Back in Preston tonight for my last night here. Tomorrow morning I’m back to London and plan on not going anywhere for a very long time. This manic schedule is getting the best of me. The dark circles underneath my eyes haven’t left in the last week and a half. Cleanliness is suffering. I’m a wreck. This weekend I plan on finding a nice bit of grass somewhere in a park and taking a nap all day on Saturday.
I was planning on taking the train back up here, but the car rental was not working out for that to happen, so I drove up North this evening. I ended up with a benzo. I preferred the peugeot. I look totally posh though, especially her in Larches. Tonight I packed up most of my things and put them in the car. Tomorrow, just a bit to do, a quickstop up in Bilsborrow to sort some school paperwork out and then Piccadilly and I will be on the road to our new place. Let’s hope that I don’t get lost in West London and stuck in manic traffic like I did on the way up here.
Ok, time to try to sleep. I’ll leave you with this picture of a lorry I saw on fire driving today. I was so happy not to be driving in the other direction! Oh, this reminded me of a serious question that I need answering. Why are semi-trucks called semi-trucks? Like they are way more trucky than normal trucks. Why are they only half trucks? That is all.