Half way down the stairs...

You don’t get away with the luck we had the previous night, without something of a payback to the karma bank. In my case, this meant waking at half five with a stoating headache. I went and sat in the back yard for a bit, cursing the poor quality of London tap water. I gradually felt worse and worse, until I made a deposit to the Karma Bank, via the toilet bowl branch. This seemed to clear my debt and I managed to crash back out until later.


These stairs are in the flat. We move on to our next residence on Wednesday. I thought I should record something for posterity. I had this in mind at the time. It's a weird mix of sentiment and existential dread.