Me: Am I not supposed to grow up sometime soon??
Jo: God, I hope not!
1,754 kms later, and I'm safely back home. That's all I'm capable of saying right now as I am as tired as only a weekend of poker degeneracy followed by an 8 hour drive can make one.
I listened to a lot of music on the way home; Tom Waits, PJ Harvey and Nick Cave are very good companions for a weary girl on a long, thoughtful journey. This one seems oddly appropriate: