And instead I will say merely that I am home and that this is a good place to be. And I have an iPod, and my journey wasn’t disastrous, and the only pickle I got into was an annoying situation involving several post-menopausal women and a dispute over reserved seats – clearly I am the one to have not reserved my seat because I am young and wearing a parka, and you can just ignore the respectable gentleman sat in your seats and wearing a suit, because he is middle aged and respectable. Sigh.
Anyway. Home. Good. Sleep now.