Just having a little cry about how much am going to miss Seb, how am not going to see him for ages and so on. Then all of a sudden two nice things happen:
1. See the attached sign outside a pub. So now am smiling about my lovely weekend instead of crying.
2. Dave texts to say “hope you had a lovely weekend. Passing by this evening, you in?”
“Yes, would love to see you,” I tell him.
So now am not going home to empty flat to pack. Am having an unexpected visit from my chum.
Hope you all have a lovely late-Tuesday!
*1961. Samuel Beckett play.