Well, decision singular. But it’s an annoying one. I know the how and I had an idea for the when. But it’s the where.
When I first sat here in 2019, I thought This Is The Place.
But after the last year of torture I’ve been thinking mebbe naw. Surely it would make sense for the where to be somewhere I had a brief moment of joy. There weren’t that many of them but would it better to go on a glimpse of a happy memory rather than in a far off furrin field. Which would mean popping back to Leith for my last hurrah. It’s tricky.
This confusion has also meant I’ve had to put back my due date as the Gestapo still have us under house arrest. So April 7th has been cancelled.