Back in London

Just arrived in busy Heathrow airport... its my birthday and the Nth time I travel on such an occasion... had to get up at 6am on Saturday morning but I skipped the sleep and went straight to the airport after a night out with Jose and Concha back in Madrid.

I guess maybe coming home is the hardest part. Its cold and wet, but that kind of pales in comparison with the realisation that I went away and did lots of cool things, but my problems didnt go anywhere.. they stayed still and waited patiently for me to come back. At least Im feeling a bit better now, perhaps more able to deal with them. Or at least thats what I keep telling myself.