Harry arrived at mid-day with a suitcase so large, I could easily have curled up inside without a moment's hesitation and room to spare. We went to Greenwich Market after lunch and ate 'churros' with hot spiced apple juice in polystyrene cups as we browsed the stalls. Harry bought me a beautiful skirt as the market was shutting for the night, then we went back to New Cross where I cooked pasta and put a poorly Harry to bed for 8 o'clock. Now I am flicking irritably through my literary theory textbooks and thinking who cares what realism means anyway? Blah. Five more sleeps.
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