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So I think I have had the best Christmas that I have had since I was about 7 when I still thought Santa was real . .I owe it to the Mitchells, and more importantly T and D. They are too kind for their own good.
So I'm back in London now, and I have lots to sort out yet seemingly too much time to sit around, because that's all I have done today. I think I might get back into forcing my mum to sort stuff out considering she hasn't gone and got another oven. . .I still dislike coming here though, there are too many reminders of things I want to forget, my brother is worse still again though it will always be like that and I am naked in terms of my photography. My self-portriature is normally my barrier but my camera is out of battery I forgot its charger and I don't have my tripod or release cable even if it did have battery. It's a very weird feeling.
This is a picture I took in my last 4 days in Cornwall, from the day that we went for a walk to flushing. It was one of those beautiful sunny winter days (the sun in winter is so much more beautiful than in summer for me), this is taken outside James' house or as Robin would like me to call him, Dave Grohl:
