I'm going hooooooome

Hello again. I can’t believe how long it has been since I wrote last. It doesn’t seem that long ago but was weeks now!

I have been so busy these last few weeks have flown past at the speed of light. I like to keep busy this time of year. October and November have always been quite difficult months for me, the last few years more than most. I think it goes back to when I was at school. When September comes, I was always full of hope that this year would be different and things would be easier. By the time I got to October, I realised that things hadn’t changed. They were the same as they were last year and would be the same until I left school at 16 – which when your 13 or 14 is a lifetime away. So I always keep my days and nights busy this time of year with things to look forward to. It helps keep the gremlins at bay.

Since I last wrote, my little brother has tra la laaa’d off to University to study to become a teacher. He seems to be settling in ok, and it’s quite disconcerting not to be verbally abused in the local pub on a Friday night (when he used to work). We’ll be going up to see him for his birthday in a couple of weeks to see just how in the middle of fucking nowhere he is! Looking at Google maps, it makes home look urban and built up.

Since their youngest has now flown the coop, Mum and Dad have been off globetrotting, first to Fowey in Cornwall for a week, and now to Spain. Once they get back from Spain they’re home for 4 days and then off to Thailand for 10 days. Please direct all abuse to their linked twitter pages.

While my parents are off getting pissed in exotic locations, (and my brother in not-so-exotic ones) Chris and I have temporarily moved back to Mum and Dad’s to look after their dogs. It’s quite weird moving back into the house you grew up in. Even though I’m older, more grown up (apparently) and have been living alone for 3 years, it still strange to be in charge of a house that you know so well under other peoples rules. It’s kind of like I’ve sneaked in while mum and dad weren’t looking. At least I’m not sleeping in my old bedroom – I can’t, Mum converted it into her home office before id even moved out.

I’m not entirely sure why it’s strange, I just know that it is. Maybe I can feel mum inspecting the tidiness of the house from across the continent. I wouldn’t put it passed her to have webcams rigged – if she knew how to rig them. It’s more likely she uses some sort of ESP to make sure I’ve hovered. Maybe she can converse with the Hoover on an alternative plain through time and space. I don’t know. I’d ask the Hoover but after living there since I was 12, I still don’t know where she keeps it. ...