Heading Home, From Home

I fly home to Singapore today. There’s so much I want to write here but there are errands to run, bags to pack, the usual last-minute rush. I’ll try to scribble in the plane, in between my usual long-haul flight staples of Super Mario World, the damn Sega tennis I’ve never managed to win a single game in but persist pig-headedly in, in-flight movies, and frivolous girlie mag.

I can’t wait to be home, but I miss London already.