Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Nov. 25th, 2007 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tacitMe and my shiner survived the weekend in London, and I had a a lot of fun with my school friend. We went to some bars and then a wine and cheese thing that was very grown up and sophisticated, until an obscene quantity of wine was consumed (them, not me) and then it was far more normal. I've got a lot of love for quality time with old friends - there's such a lot of affection and trust, and we just ribbed each other and shared news and advice and complaints. I once spent six months travelling with her, and we were together 24/7 the entire time, so she probably knows me better than anyone. I really ought to get down there more often.
I listened to podfic for the drive home and have been writerly all evening - 2000 words, which is a lot for me and feels great. It sucks a bit to be back here, though. Whenever I go home to London I remember how much I love it down there. I always feel a bit stifled when I come back here, where I live in suburbia with my business partner and her boyfriend... both of whom I adore, but I do sometimes want to throttle them and their happily-settled-together-in-love-ness, all certain opinions and throwaway assertions about my hometown. Which probably only annoy me because they're right, but it's like anything close to me - only I get to critique it, and when others do I get bloody-minded and defend it to the bitter end. But my life here is good and I'm just nitpicking. And one day I'll have made enough money from my burgeoning property empire to be able to move back to London... where I'll probably get fed up of the pace of life within about a month and wish for Nottingham again.
Hmm. Well. I left John and Rodney in the middle of an argument, so I'm gonna get back to that and figure out why they don't actually end it with a punch, because that's sort of where they're heading so far...
I got the latest on her dramatic love story: the first man who's ever held her attention for longer than a few weeks is currently serving in Nepal with the army, and his next tour is going to be Afghanistan - she was wondering if she should break up with him now to spare herself the worry she'll have when he's in a war zone. I'm sure I've read that fanfic, so I know how it's supposed to end. I counselled her to not dump him (the phrase 'you moron' may possibly have passed my lips) because she'll be just as worried either way, and at least if they're together she won't be heartsick as well. And she'll have access to information about what he's doing and how he is, and can do something to support him while he's away... And in a year he'll be home and they can live happily ever after. I feel so bad for her though. She's as lefty-liberal as lefty-liberal gets and doesn't agree with the existence of the armed forces in the first place (don't get me started - I don't feel my LJ is the place for my political views), which is why it's so sweet that she's been going out with him for a year and is so adorably besotted. I hope those crazy kids figure things out.
I listened to podfic for the drive home and have been writerly all evening - 2000 words, which is a lot for me and feels great. It sucks a bit to be back here, though. Whenever I go home to London I remember how much I love it down there. I always feel a bit stifled when I come back here, where I live in suburbia with my business partner and her boyfriend... both of whom I adore, but I do sometimes want to throttle them and their happily-settled-together-in-love-ness, all certain opinions and throwaway assertions about my hometown. Which probably only annoy me because they're right, but it's like anything close to me - only I get to critique it, and when others do I get bloody-minded and defend it to the bitter end. But my life here is good and I'm just nitpicking. And one day I'll have made enough money from my burgeoning property empire to be able to move back to London... where I'll probably get fed up of the pace of life within about a month and wish for Nottingham again.
Hmm. Well. I left John and Rodney in the middle of an argument, so I'm gonna get back to that and figure out why they don't actually end it with a punch, because that's sort of where they're heading so far...