I Won't Be Found

Sometimes, not all the time mind you, but sometimes, I love to be by myself. As much as I enjoy living up to the "social butterfly" reputation I seem to have garnered in the last few years, it can all get a little bit silly.

Like this morning. I spent three hours with another nine people and a trolley, careering around four different wards in the rabbit warren that is the Western General Hospital. We must have seen around fifty patients on the ward round, and by the end of it I was simply exhausted from the extent of human contact.

So I did something that made sense to me: walked back to Marchmont in a roundabout way that took three and a half hours. Just me, with a guest appearance from fellow poncer, R, and my thoughts.

Shh.