View from a Window

We are in Edinburgh now. We left York early and in a hurry, dragging our suitcases behind us. Maybe it wasn't such a dramatic leave-taking, but I woke in the night, spending quite a bit of time in the bathroom, and it was an ordeal to leave.
The flu found me again, I thought I was done with it as I'd been feeling just fine.
The train was thankfully not crowded, so I curled up on the seat with my feet resting against Eric, who sat across the table from me, and slept the entire way. Then, once in the taxi, I spent the entire ride counting pence and pounds, so I haven't really seen the city yet. We are staying in a beautiful, old, one-bedroom apartment on Learmonth Terrace. Close-in, but it doesn't matter: I haven't left since. It's been steadily raining, but Eric is out there doing what needs to be done.