John was here for ten days. It flew by for me, but he may have tired of sleeping on my floor. It was wonderful to see him and spend time together. We ate Indian, Korean and any other -an we fancied. Drank too many martinis then saw Patrick Stewart in the Tempest at the RSC where we glugged champagne at intermission. We went to Cambridge and Ely in East Anglia to tour the old buildings, the university men, scholarly books (no, really I bought too many) and the English countryside. Then I got sick and John was on his own for a few footloose and fancy-free days.
It's awfully quiet without him now. I miss him.
Pictures of our travels somewhere in the margins.
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