You know what’s coming, don’t you? If you’ve followed me
for a while through Berlin, London, Leeds and New York, then you know that I need time to process. Today is day 1 after the con – and I am still reeling. But I am also sitting in a hotel lobby in London, killing time until I catch my plane this evening. And as luck would have it, I found something in the waste paper basket of my hotel reception. Looks as if a reporter from a quality tabloid was staying here, too. And I have their scoop.
Shocking? Yeah. Here’s the evidence in bigger version:
I’ll talk to you later!
PS: I’m in love.