The Thirtieth of May Two Thousand and Eleven
Another short one, I fear chaps. Like some addled landlocked salmon I have returned to my spawning ground. I'm typing this in the dark, my restless son wriggling about in the bed next to me. I feel much the same. I'm at my parents house where we are well fed but the air is stifling due to the central heating being on. My flat may be cold, but at least you can breathe.
Funny how each time you come back it feels a little less like home - it's great to catch up with family but i the time since your last visit a little more of that version of you has been chipped away. (Blindingly unsubtle metaphor alert) The church where I was Christened is being knocked down. I don't have any memory of that day but here it is being erased anyway. No2 son enjoyed watching the diggers so that's something positive to come out of it.
Nevertheless, I've been on four trains and two trams today and had a Holland's cheese and onion pie so I don't want you thinking it's too gloomy. To my mind that's a good day in anyone's books.
More soonliest.
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