Friday, August 24, 1984

Red eye


Lee and I caught the overnight bus back to Easterby.

Pete came to the station with us. He is off to America in a couple of weeks. It was odd seeing him, knowing that he will be gone and I won’t be seeing him again for a year. He says half in jest that he’ll send me earth and rocks as relics of Lowell, Mass.

The journey has been routine, marred only by the sickening realisation that I’ve left my overcoat—my new £8 one—behind in the bus station. Lee and I were gooning about and it had never even entered my mind to check whether I had it or not. Felt completely sickened all journey, although the tedium and fatigue of the hours on the coach has helped subdue this a little bit. But it's cast a long shadow over my mind and all I've been able to think is “if only . . .”

Lee has been asleep for much of the journey and I've dozed off a couple of times too but find it impossible to sleep.

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