My library is now in storage, which means I’m one step closer to my holiday. Storage centers are weird, pushing the trolley past dozens of identical doors, knowing there are hundreds of rooms in the warehouse and wondering: what is in all these rooms?
Only a few more days to go, and I still have lots left to do. A week from today, I’ll be settling down for my last sleep in this country for some time.
I love Ross Sutherland’s poem Things to do before you leave town, now more than ever:
Do not go back for your coat
Do not hard-talk the homeless.
Do not stare longingly up at the clock tower.
Stop taking yourself so seriously. .