Been close to 5 months in London. There have been many good time, a few bad times and a bucket-load of lessons learnt. Burnt fingers hold things more lovingly.
Can't wait to get back home, to my friends and family.
So in the words of Chris Martin, which are sweet and sad and true like you feel 'em in your heart, above a nice Pop riff by Mister West: I'm comin' home again...