Happy August moments. There weren't that many. I've been viciously homesick ever since I went back to Vienna for a weekend in July. Happy days were those that I spent with my best friends, in town all too briefly; when we went to East Sussex/Kent to stay with Peter's dad; buying plants on my way to the Harry and the Potters gig; and, more than anything, weekends spent away from the city, like last weekend, when I went back to Durham and hung out in the same tiny cafés with my lovely friends.
If anyone has any tips on how to survive in London, do let me know. I'm running out of ideas and patience.