My second week back in England is well underway. Being stuck in darkest Fleet, a small town in Hampshire with a lot of trees, chavs, security guards outside pubs, and traffic humps, is what you can make of it, I've found: unavoidably dull to look at, you've just got to keep moving, thinking, trying to get back to London basically, in order to alleviate the boredom. Or, spend all night on msn talking with your boyfriend (who is extra lucky to be back in Bolivia, my favourite part of South America) and sleep through most of the day, as I did today after Monday's rather lacklustre start, despite my best efforts. Monday was my first day back on the job trail, having lined up a bunch of meetings in the city with various agencies and contacts
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