Just thinking about it, that's all.
F-f-f-f-f-f-Friday. Home to Blighty tomorrow. Which is why I was tickled by this part of Great Expectations that I came upon this morning:
We Britons had at that time particularly settled that it was treasonable to doubt our having and our being the best of everything: otherwise, while I was scared by the immensity of London, I think I might have had some faint doubts whether it was not rather ugly, crooked, narrow and dirty.Yes, Charlie boy, it is - and it's mine and I love it. I cannot wait.
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