You know me and the dreaded post-event slump syndrome; I am struggling to drag my head down from the top of The Shard, and my heart back from the 1980s, and am feeling a little melancholy and reflective in the process.
Bizarrely, I have developed a painful neck strain over the past couple of days; it's the price you pay for looking back, obviously.
Or it's the result of carrying my bag at the weekend, and a shitload of shopping on Sunday, take your pick.
Either way, thank goodness for Ibuprofen.
A delicate wisp of a 1970s frock in a soft watercolour print suits my delicate, wispy state of mind.
It came from my local hospice charity shop's Vintage Corner, which often has something tempting to offer.
Thankfully, they haven't put the prices up; the vintage Irish linen peacock tea towel, 1970-80s sheer blouse, Miracle pendant, and green plastic beads set me back the princely sum of a fiver.
I consider that cheap therapy.
The kids are on half term holiday this week, so we did a spot of shopping, Nina admired the various souvenir dolls in the 50p box, and then we went to the cafe for a drink.
1970s sheer angel sleeve dress, denim jacket, belt, bangles and tights - charity shopped
Necklace - gift
Boots - retail (sale)
The tote bag was made by darling Tania from 1950s barkcloth and gingham - delicious!
So yes, I am settling back into my everyday existence after a sweet taste of the high life, and a large helping of nostalgia.
I suppose it's inevitable that a reunion like ours will stir up memories, and provoke reflections on the person I was then, who I am now, and whether there is someone else I might have been, an alternative path I might have taken to a different destination.
Generally, I think I am happier in my skin now than my younger self ever was. I spent a lot of time at university, and afterwards, feeling scared, inadequate and intimidated. I rarely feel like that now. I know what I'm worth.
A fiver spent in a charity shop and a cappuccino, apparently!
While I do agree with Socrates that an unexamined life is not worth living, one can have enough of navel-gazing (and I'm not going to compare my twenty-something belly to the almost-50, had three babies version...)
The here-and-now is where we live, isn't it? Better get busy enjoying it!