last day in the US
Since Hurting Foot Disaster of 2005 (my little toe has no skin on it – do not ignore blisters!) I spent yesterday in and around the hostel. I did go over Brookley Bridge, and went graffitti hunting, but didnt find much.
Today i leave at 2:30pm. Its quite sad really – I’ve kinda fallen in love with New York. Im not a big fan of cities – or America really at times – but this town is brilliant! If you coulod live somehwere like Nolita it would be brilliant. I suspect I cant afford to live down there though.
Today is sunny, and shiny, and very metro (Im now considering that a verb), I’ve just had an email from somebody who stayed in the hostel, and I spent the night underneath two Swedish girls called Anna. (Not to confused readers: They were both called Anna. Aparently its a very goood Swedish name.) They had the bunk ab ove, which is the least exciting ending I can put on that story – but the mkost truthful.
So – back to the UK. And Slimfast. And cups of proper tea. And trains. And crappy weather. I wonder how my seedlings are doing?
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