July 7th, 2005

(I've tried patience)

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Home now, after what was really quite a long walk. But home. Home is good.

At this stage I think I know everyone's fine except my godfather, whom we've yet to hear from; if he was teaching at the Guildhall today his route would have taken him uncomfortably close. Neither mum nor I can reach him or his boyfriend. I'm trying not to let this worry me too much.
ETA : He's fine. Thank goodness.