Diary

Yesterday, I engaged in a blissful stroll along the West End where once before I had been to see many films and I also spent a great deal of time on Charing Cross Road which is London's bookshop haven.

Nothing appeared to have changed and for me, that was a small miracle.

I wondered if I had really left. But I had and for a time that turned out to be longer than necessary.

I have to write many letters - inform people where I am. Hardly anyone knows that I have returned to Europe.

But there is so much to do and explore at the moment, I can only manage one personal email & a postcard at a time and can only visit 3 to 4 bloggers each day.

I comment now for just a few but this will increase as my time lengthens.

It is hard to read the long fiction my online friends write, but I will attempt this too with ease, in the coming days.

At the moment, I am happy.