Back to life, back to reality .... as Soul II Soul put it ages ago when I were a lad.
After a dozen or so days in London and nearly a week without the brood, I returned to Paris.
Chores, administration, duties. The stiff stuff of ordinariness.
Went out on Monday night in London with a mate from work. A pub called the Fellow. Fine place. Should be fined for the prices. A bag of crisps? £1.50.
I still think that is a lot of money but perhaps people who live in London don't think it is. Maybe I am cheap.
Anyway it was good to go out and do what journos are supposed to do. Gossip with colleagues.
Cycling to south London wasn't scheduled but that is probably good for me. Don't want to be too rigid. Not with The Guardian looking for voluntary redundancies before turning the wheels which could bring compulsory redundancies.
Stay flexible. Be ready to get on the bike to look for work as the tough talking Tory Norman Tebbit bellowed when I were a lad.
Back then I didn't have to wear glasses. Now I do. I picked up the new pair yesterday just before playing tennis. They are beautiful. But they were not cheap.
No wonder I complain about the price of crisps.