Returned

I’ve been returned to London. Cowboy drove me from the US, over the Canadian border (much, much easier than driving into the US from Canada) and to the airport where I picked up the long flight home.

After a day in the Oxfordshire countryside, I drove back to my home in London. London had a distinctly autumnal smell to it in the dark and chilly night air. Before too long I’ll be wearing a scarf and my sheepskin boots again, watching fireworks and drinking vast amounts of tea just to keep warm.

But not yet. First, I spent a jet lagged afternoon in my parents’ garden, which couldn’t be more shamelessly English if it tried.
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English country garden

Then this morning, I returned to university. With jet lag so severe that I thought I was going to vomit, faint, and die, I sat through several pointless lectures introducing us to year 2, and slept through one actually useful lecture about something I will need to know in the future (lumbar spine dysfunction).

Whilst away in America, I had various adventures and learning experiences which I will share in due course, but the most foolish thing I did out there was to buy something that literally eats money… But she’s so very pretty…

I just love to watch him ride. #sunshine #horse #cowboy #summer

This is Sunshine, she’s a 4 year old quarter horse mare with no breeding or papers to speak of. She’s not worth much money, and she came to us with a little too much jiggle in her jig, having been living the easy life for a while. Cowboy loves her. He’s turning her into a dream horse.

I get to deal with the sleeplessness and the jet lag for the next few days. Funny thing about the insomnia – it’s not because I’m not tired. It’s because it’s too quiet. I imagined I’d be glad to have the whole bed to myself and not have to endure Cowboy snoring down my ear, but the reality is I miss the sound of him being there. I miss his warm, solid presence. At night I feel exposed and alone without him.

“I ain’t sleepin’ for sh*t right now,” he said over the phone yesterday, which is Cowboy code for: he feels the same way.

He’s coming over to England for Christmas, just as soon as he gets his dates worked out with his bosses and I can book his tickets. It’s exciting beyond measure.

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