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 .. and then, on another rainy day, life changes again. Waiting to drive my friend to the airport and another chapter will close, under battleship grey skies and the London drizzle...

we'll meet again... a sunny day...

 So I drove my friend up to Luton airport under the rain and put her on a plane to Barcelona. We cried and cried ... and I'm still crying a bit. I can't believe she's not here. I saw her disappear up the escalators to Departures and sat in the car for a bit until I managed to compose myself enough for the horrible drive under the rain and the wind and the spray back to London to an empty flat.

Life is strange.

we'll meet again... a sunny day...

  So I drove my friend up to Luton airport under the rain and put her on a plane to Barcelona. We cried and cried ... and I'm still crying a bit. I can't believe she's not here. I saw her disappear up the escalators to Departures and sat in the car for a bit until I managed to compose myself enough for the horrible drive under the rain and the wind and the spray back to London to an empty flat.

Life is strange.