I've had a few pangs of homesickness these past couple of months and I think they are borne of my landlocked life, what with the eye thing and the no diving or surfing and wotnot. But those things will pass, and even if I cannot dive again I will surf and I will get a boat of my own to crash. So I shall return to the see, oh yes I shall.
I just had a decent pang though. Simon, who I worked with at Kiln, and I just shared a chatty email exchange as the start of his workday overlapped the end of mine. It was, as he pointed out (the bastard!) just like the old days when we sat opposite each other. Twelve foot becomes twelve thousand miles, and as I type that I realise technology is quite marvellous at times. And suddenly I feel a lot better. I'm off home. He's off to get breakfast.
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