I don’t know what I feel today. Perhaps nervous, perhaps excitement, perhaps both. I’m flying down to Exeter later, not just to see Nick and my family, but also to get some ideas for the very last part of my book. I believe nice things can happen to me. I think they’re about to. We’ll see, but I am quietly confident that it’ll be a good week.
I woke up today feel miserable though. I don’t think I slept well, in fact I dreamt about having an argument with Beth over something trivial and silly. Anyway, I need to pack.