For all the comforts here, the thing I really struggle with is lack of personal space. From the first day to the last, every plan of our own has been steamrollered by others. For this, I will be glad to return to our little home and quiet life, if the Most Merciful wills. Today’s plans — our last here — already obliterated by the crowd that arrived three hours ago, and who may yet warble on for hours more. If I sound a grump, it’s because I am.