
This is someone lacking a home at the moment... It's made me realise that about-town-ness is predicated on having a base to come back to, a frontline to retreat from, somewhere to rest a weary head without it getting covered in dust and paint fumes...
So. In the meantime. I'm off on an adventure tonight, heading to Nunhead (emphasis on the second syllable please) in my quest for a bed. I'm going to go via the Rye Hotel where I've decided to have a large solo drink whilst waiting for M to return and chaperone me through the wild streets of south east London.
Normal transmission back soon. In the meantime expect sporadic rants from bag lady here.
NB - the picture is more or less unrelated, other than making me laugh out loud after it popped up when searching for 'builders' in google images...
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