After leaving Alex's, I got the bus to the tube station. I bought a kiddies ticket so that i could save money.
when i got down onto the platform, i sat down on a bench and got out my book. I looked down but oculdn't read a word because my eyes were misted with tears.
It's strange being constantly with some of the best people alive for three days then suddenly being on your own. Why is there not a word stronger than miss?? I want to hear Mhairi's scotish twang, and Ed's guitar, and see Alex's cheaky smile. I wouldn't even mind hearing that horrible animal rescue tune. In fact it would probably make me smile.
Strange as it may seem, I'm not used to missing people, to having a gut aching wrench in my stomach. For the most part, I'm happy when i'm on my own so this is an unfamilar feeling.
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