Pack animal

I have come to the conclusion that I am a pack animal.

Me and solitude just don’t hit it off.

With Meg and Lew either working or partying, I have been rattling about this too-big house. Flopping into chairs to disconsolately flick through tv channels; spending too long on the net (and too much money via internet shopping…); eating my body weight in little snacks and turning the pages of the Guardian without really taking any of it in…

I am not suited to this ‘on your own’ stuff. So, I’ve packed tomorrow with friends and getting out and…

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