Long Day

August 26th, 1977

I travelled down to London, by train, for what I thought would be the last time. I was full of mixed emotions as I arrived at Romford, the flat was in complete dissarray, the furniture and belongings that we could not fit in the van littered the place, and I sat on the bedroom floor and cried.

I felt as though my life was in a downward spiral, I had deliberately forced the Ford Motor company into a corner, they politely asked me to leave, and here I was, jobless and actually homeless, about to drive away into the unknown.

I scouted the flat and found some treasures that we had forgotten, packed them into the Wolseley Hornet and after dropping off the keys, drove off towards the North of England.

It was a long day.