My ticket is booked, and I have 13 days left before my return to Oz. 13 days of autumn’s shining blue days and frosty dark nights, of watching the logs on the fire give way to the heat and tumble in on themselves, of toasting crumpets and teacakes, going to my favourite cake shop, catching the train into London, walking along Southbank, lining up for the best coffee at Monmouth, of walking through the grove and the town and soaking up the wholehearted delight of the anticipation of Christmas that is so hard to find in Australia.
I don’t feel ready at all, so I keep reminding myself that I can come back, soon, as soon as I please, because I am in charge and in control (something I often forget).
I am also reminding myself of the the things I am returning to. There are 13 days until I sit with my dad in the springtime garden with a lunch of fresh crisp bread rolls filled with prawns and mayo and avocado. 13 days until a walk on the beach, the smell of jasmine, walking about barefoot, decluttering my stuff – selling lots and giving the rest away, drinks and dinner with friends, good Newtown Thai food and good coffee pretty much anywhere I go.
Is there anything else? Anything else I must see or do in London before I leave, anything I should head straight for when I get back to Sydney?