June 29, 2006
I’m on the train home after a long day and after dinner with Bronwen, Francois and Irene, who at 86 is looking remarkably well for all that she has now had cancer twice. Within a few weeks – four! – I’ll be back in Australia. I’m hungering for Melbourne. Now that it seems that London is to remain home for the foreseeable future, I can’t help but miss Melbourne all the more. It’s such an easy city to live in, an easy city to enjoy. London is many things but sometimes, even though it has to be, it doesn’t feel like home.