What are the odds this ends and we don't meet again?

It's soon to be my last weekend in London, so I'm spending it... in Brighton. Meeting a boy's family. ??? My gentleman-friend, of sorts, invited me to come stay with him in Sussex. I'm trying really hard not to read a lot into it and freak out, as is my first reaction; in general, people in a not-quite-relationship don't exactly get to the parents-meeting stage (especially when one of those people is 5 days away from moving out of the country...). When I look at the situation, though, it seems a lot less strange: he was planning on going home for the break on Friday, but decided to stick around here to have a few more days with me; this way, he can go home AND we can have more time.

The only problem is he wants me to stay until Monday, and just leave from there for the airport. But that would mean that TOMORROW would be my last full day in London. I don't think I can handle that. I'll probably just go up for the weekend, come home early on Sunday, and have the rest of the day to hang out here. I still have so much I want to do! I haven't been to the Tower of London yet! (At least not inside...) I haven't bought any Christmas presents! I haven't even seen Buckingham Palace! I HAVEN'T SEEN THE QUEEN! (Not that I really expect to see her, but still.) What have I been doing for the past 2 and a half months? I wasted too much time!

This brief glimpse into my fascinating melodrama was brought to you by my my extreme aversion to homework. Tune in next week, when we will examine he low grades received as a result of said aversion.