Treadmilling, but a possible escape route, too

Nights, again. One down, six to go. Great. My commute home this morning was horrible, just to underline the 'no fun' leitmotiv, two trains delayed by a passenger being taken ill on a preceding service, then two buses from my supposedly 'local' National Rail station (nearly three miles from here) both snagged by glacial traffic, two hours plus to get back. There is, sort of, light at the end of the tunnel, though, and it might be a little brighter than it seemed up to a few days ago. K, although the 'interview season' hasn't finished yet, is becoming more set on going to her first choice university, the one closest to London, and she's also been canvassed for a new part-time job, working behind the bar at a North London music venue, a possibility she's seriously considering. The combination of the two might, and it's very much 'might' at the moment, mean that she's reconsidering living with me after September, in a specific area of the 'bottom left-hand' corner of Greater London, much closer to where I work but still easily commutable to her potential uni town, and fairly easy to get to and from her 'new' job, even late at night. We'll have to see how things develop.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B