It's Not Going Well

[I don't think I'm breaking my promise if I say this was a big mistake. Peace obtained among the daffodils as we said a last good-bye to Grandma, but other than that...what were we thinking?]

[Ah, well. It's a beautiful, early spring day here at the Subway sandwiches/internet cafe where I've spent time each of the last three years. (The weather's been as spittily variable as England's supposed to be, but today, sunshine.) I'm gonna get out of here, go up to Hampstead, and walk around. Quaint shops, fresh air, and my own company - sounds good. Rafe and Antonio get here tomorrow from Spain, and I'm looking forward to showing them my London.]

[Thing is, it's always been John's and my London...]

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