exhausted but buzzyNo delays going home, anyway, so I only had to contend with the extension belt mortification, and having to 'leap' up when the poor girl next to me was taken sick. I started to feel rather seedy myself, due to the incessant screaming of the hideous toddler who, for some reason was allowed to run up and down the aisle for most of the flight. Fap.
Serbia was farrr fookin'out, as ever. So much sensory overload I'll have to report it in chapters. Another weird, and mostly wonderful GRRR! over, and I hope I get the chance to go yet again.
Staggered in (oh God, all those STAIRS on the tube...) to find Wotan looking quite well, and evidently pleased to see me. R was really fantastic looking after him, and she seemed pleased with the bounty of cheap fags I supplied in partial payback. I do feel morally ambivalent about giving people cigarettes, but they're gonna smoke 'em anyway, and I can understand the desire, having happily done so for many years myself.
