which im going to have to do something about, because my room used to be my sanctuary, and at the moment i feel a bit like a stranger in it. fair enough my stuff isn't all there, and im not there most of the time, and whilst my parents wouldn't say that its still mine,its just not quite all together.
today i made my surprise visit home. the looks on my parents faces were priceless, i got mums on video.
im feeling awfully confused this evening,
i swore i never needed a big house, and now im back from my big house, and the house that i grew up in, and that has for 18 years been so perfect, seems almost like a dolls house. its surreal, and slightly odd and sad and im cold and ahhh.
i need a pair of socks, but at the moment cannot be bothered to get out of bed and get them, i will do so when i get up to get the phone.
headfuck boy is headfucking all over again, even though i swore i wouldnt let him.
i had an epic cross london journey in a bid to get to winchester, having changed trains at..stansted, tottenhamhale, vauxhall, clapham junction and basingstoke, i thik 5 changes is quite impressive..
my darling brother didnt have his phone on, so i called beth, who had a bit of a go for calling from germany becuase it was expensive, so i explained to her the situation and we went to macdonalds.
i then scoured the charity shops, saw thomas, went to the pub and consumed my first cider for 3 months...
i found some pretty fabulous books for next to nothing, which was very excting! and i bought the bbc good homes magazine, becuase secretly we all love the bbc good homes magazine.
i saw alex and rupert and te boys, and chris and sally, and then we walked to the shop and bought a pizza and some chicken nuggets, and it is nice to see that the shop people are as grumpy as ever. . .
and now im lying in bed absolutely K'O'd and its definately sleep time.
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