Back. You Could Say, Home.

Obviously there are multitudes of things to do – get my room (lovely and big) in order, re-enrolment minutiae at UCL, reunion romps with old friends, conscious efforts to make new ones, get a lot of my hair cut off, that damned jurisprudence essay, start organizing the debating tournament I have to throw together soonish, start figuring out how to train a choir and play music at mass, and somewhere in all this I’ll squeeze in writing up my travel journal and putting it online.