Mercury Rising

A hot, frustrating day.

At last Boy leaves Berlin, drawing closed the curtain on a grand experiment beset by serial bad luck.

So he arrives at Heathrow. I drive over there to meet him, but must practice distance - we try to elbow bump with love, try to transmit our relieved hellos through masks, but it’s hard, so we step back and resort to practicalities...

I will take his beloved road bike and other big stuff back to Limehouse, he will go to his friends place in Bermondsey and try to isolate so that we can be together soon. I have another set of scans at Barts midweek, so it’ll be a while yet.

Later, back East, calmed after being reluctantly dragged out to the dusky shore by WonderA .

Bless Her.