We just got back from New York and, ten days later, it feels like a hazy, crazy dream. Holidays throw me way off course, away from the relatively calm current of normal life and into another river – some with white water – until they spit me out on the other side and back into the main current. It usually takes me a few days to acclimitise – how exactly do I make my living? Then I drift along quite happily until the next one sucks me in, churns me up and spits me out again. I love it.
This particular excursion was full of rapids: New York doesn’t do calm water.