Haff, I suspect it is him who is keener to return home, home in the broader sense. Up until the age of 22 he had spent his life in Zone 1. Less than that - between Chelsea Bridge and Waterloo Bridge. Not surprisingly he was keen to get away, but after two years seems to be missing familiar places and people, and indeed climate. There is something to be said for a grey day in the city. That said, I have been thinking about a solo trip as soon as things open up.
DD goes back tomorrow. She is just staying on for a party tonight. It is probably her last time living at home, and I will miss her. It has been lovely having her around. She came with me to buy some walking boots and then pick up the car from the garage. The latter is close to Borough Market so doughnuts en route, and she got a T shirt out of our shopping trip so maybe some motive, but still nice. She then cooked me dinner. Monday will be the first time she will have seen her coursemates for 18 months and she is clearly excited. Any sadness is more than balanced by relief that she can get on with her life. We have now heard that she is not allowed guests at her London graduation. That's fine. We will see her before and after.
Suddenly everything seems to have got busy, busy. Work and socially. After so much quiet, I feel slightly overwhelmed. But again nice to see familiar people and go to familiar places.
Hospital etc do seem to be located in dodgy parts of town. On one placement they were told not to walk between the hospital and their, nearby, accommodation on their own. And that was a market town, I had always assumed as nice.