I have a bad feeling that the title is also a song from my embarrassing Blue phase (everyone has their weaknesses!) but of course nothing to do with the song but rather summer’s over and I cried buckets but the fact of the matter is that I’m back in the bubble- wehey! Not. In any case, the new flat is nice and fingers crossed for not ever having to encounter anything even remotely unsavoury which comes with the terrain.
Of course return means that I’ll be writing more because I have more time to squander on pointless opinions despite the always looming deadlines. Return also means that I have a couple of months worth of untold stories including the tale of the infamous Rape Jeans (The reigning champion of typos) , the Hikkaduwa farce (the lies!) and the trail along the tea hills (hatton, Bogawanthalawa- oh so pretty!) along with the usual airport and UL shenanigans (UL took of exactly and precisely on time for the first time EVER since well- I started travelling! It was unbelievably momentous and had me wondering if my watch was slow!)
So I’ll be back soon with stories! Hope you’ve all been well 
