so, I’ve been lucky. Very lucky indeed, to have been gone for seven weeks. There was a 30th birthday that I went to at the end of July in the south of Germany. There were many old friends I hadn’t seen in ages and it was great to hang out in a relaxed almost pre-covid kind of manner. The numbers were and are low in Germany and people don’t seen to die as much.

I remember when I didn’t live in London how utterly much i loved flying there and the first couple of years maybe even a bit more than that, the idea of flying out and then flying Back to London was a dream come true. A place I’d always envisioned as the place where I would finally strive and be myself, a place that allows everything and everyone.

This now, was the second time that I came back into the London Covid reality. I mean, it’s nice to not have to work and live the furlough life as my friends and me call it now. It’s great to have the time to myself and I’ve done lots of things I wouldn’t have normally done. But the place feels grey and miserable. Lockdown is closing in again, there is no positive outlook, it doesn’t look like it will get any better anytime soon in London ( and the world of course).

So what to do?

I’ll do what I’ve been wanting to do for ages yes, finally get that crowdfunding project on the go and learn italian so I ( and Karina) can move away. Marghera we’re coming. Hopefully. I hope very soon. surely. maybe. Let’s see.