And so I sit. In the living room.
In front of a lovely fire.
A conker in my pocket.
The oncoming autumn filling
I love the autumn.
But I'm running away!
To sunshine and
Spanish and mountains
and beaches and new food
and new music and new friends
and a general broadening of my horizons
and all that jazz.
At present I am raring to go
But I am also quietly/audibly terrified!
Who knows what lies in wait for me
(hopefully in a non-creepy fashion)
but I will embrace it with open arms
and Spanish on my tongue and my
wonderful and warming