It's strange being back- everything is at once familiar and far more alien than I had anticipated.
I have not been run over by a taxi! Yesterday I almost was, but today I've been chanting, "look right, look right, look right" and that has been helping.
This afternoon as I sleepily headed back to Holly's flat for supper I crossed the courtyard to St. Paul's and the bells began ringing. It was perfect.
My internal monologue has shifted to a British accent again which is making writing this post somewhat irritating.