Slowly but surely, I am returning to normality.

My transition back into London life wasn't helped by a trip to my favourite Starbucks. We've been together (on and off) for six years now, and she understands my frustrations as much as anyone.

I walked in to discover that the place had been completely redecorated, and held none of its former glory.

But I'm feeling better now. No doctor needed, which is not what I thought a couple days back.