Heading home

Woke up stupidly early to travel to the airport. Saying goodbye again was hard. It felt like I'd barely been able to see him before he was leaving again.

I watched him take off then took the bus back home, taking this early morning shot of the Canal on the way.

At least this time I only have to wait until Wed night to see him again, and then the unavoidable time apart will be over.

I went back to sleep a while when I got back, then spent most of the afternoon tidying up the mess that was created in the 3 days of being there.

Later on my sister came to pick me up and we headed out to the pub, followed by a trip back to her flat for a movie.

Work in the morning so headed home and to sleep.