I left London a few days ago. As usual, when I leave London on holiday, I took the bus in the night. As usual, I put my backpack in the place provided for big bags. As unusual, the driver looked at me suspiciously and told me to take my bag with me. I guessed it happened to me because of my tanned skin (yes I have been sunbathing) but the same happened to a blonde so it must be the newly felt fear.
In theory, I am now on full holiday, treating my broken arm as best as I can, giving it excercise and getting even more tan on the way. In reality I must have been looking for a job, because I have found one. More on another day.
