Saturday

There’s a fair chance I might go home tomorrow. It’s dependant on the doctor coming here early enough to do my test and give me a certificate in time for me to catch the one flight tomorrow available to me. I am currently refusing to get excited about this or indeed prepare in any way. I’m currently working to a theory alien to me that by expecting the worst I won’t get disappointed.

I sat downstairs in the comfy seats for a bit today. And watched GP qualifying. And generally wafted about aimlessly.