i hear the soft note of the echoing voice

[satyrica]

feel like I've done a tour of the Home Counties, mostly because of the trains being diverted, but I spent Friday night down with K.- was good to see little Alexi but as ever I had the luxury of being able to leave again, am very conscious of how hard it is for her to be responsible for him pretty much by herself; we hung out in Guildford a bit the next day then took about four trains to get to Southampton for TP's 30th which was fun- a couple of pubs, 25 or so of us eating at a Mexican, then (giving up on clubbing plans) about eight of us chilling out back at his flat till well into the morning- for a weekend spent with my two most, shall we say, fast-living friends on successive nights I've actually come through pretty unscathed; frustrated about plans for my own 30th, though- it's not till April but already it looks like whichever weekend I do it on there are people I really wanted to be there that won't make it . . .

walked around Southampton for a while before I met up with Teeps (I was failing to find the pub rather than on any kind of nostalgic walkabout) and I feel very distant from it these days: the geography is still very instinctually familiar but there's no real connection; I'm still aware of the memories overlaying every park and pub but they seem to have lost their strength, just time I guess, or maybe that there's nothing left unresolved from those old, old days, no jagged edges