... and I missed him. But Gramsci is a very forgiving cat, luckily. A little bit of a reserved distance when I cam back on Tuesday evening - but by the morning he was, I'm happy to say, sleeping in my arms. And yesterday and today - it's as though I've never been away. Much though I like travelling; much though I've needed to be in Wimbledon, the hard part is leaving these guys (and little does he know - a little more separation is coming up very very soon ... don't tell him).
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