Back in a flat in the 'real' world

We've been back in London for a while now and are both busy at work. Our backpacks are hiding behind the cupboard and our clothes are packed away. We have a fridge of fresh supermarket food and our bathroom is peaceful and clean. Everyone understands us and we can walk down the street without being extensively examined. The funny thing is that it all feels quite strange.

We've ended up on the middle floor of a converted Victorian house in Putney. A surprisingly light and comfy place on a quiet street that is near the river, a couple of cool pubs and a great park.

This weekend we're heading off to Hertford to our new holiday home (sorry Paul, but that's what we call it now). We spent a week at the place after arriving back in the country and liked it so much that we decided to adopt it.