Then I’m gone.

Well, that’s it, he’s gone. My nurse, primary carer and temporary husband, who just spent a month making a full-time job of tenderly looking after me, has departed on the midnight train to Georgia. Actually, the midnight bus to South London, but it’s the same thing.

I am going to have a little tiny cry, just quickly, because I don’t have much time. I am about to be collected by a taxi and deposited in the arms of Young Klaus (2012) and we are going to the airport.

Gladys Knight: Midnight Train to Georgia

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