I was just about packed, but the sole had been flapping off my trainer for a couple of days already. I still had half an hour before I had to leave for Bangkok airport, so I figured I had time to fix it.
I applied superglue to both surfaces, pressed them together, put the shoe on the floor, and realised that I’d superglued all the fingers of my right hand together.
And so it began.
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After a little over two weeks in the USA, it was time to head East to Europe – to Ireland, and the UK.
A week in Southport would once have seemed the dullest of destinations.
But having now lived in a variety of elsewheres for about seven and a half years, I think I’ve spent long enough away to appreciate what can be a surprisingly pleasant town.
Perhaps absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I’ve no doubt that I’d be bored silly if I were to spend years, or even months actually living there again, but yet a week was not quite enough.
I hadn’t been back to England for almost two years, and quite aside from family and friends there was so much more that I’d missed without even realising it.
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