What I did when I got back from my holidays...
I wanted to run away again because we hadn't even got home before it wore off .
Bandit's dad grabbed him by the arm. You know, the bad one. The one with the big, painful scar on it. Dad couldn't see it, y'see - Bandit was wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt.
We got in the house and it stank. I know it's because there's no plaster on the wall, but sometimes you've forgotten about it and you're just not prepared for it when you open the door.
Bandit got a text message to say that a friend of his died suddenly on Sunday. So did a friend of a friend. You're just not prepared for that when you open the door, either.
Went to the hospital with my mum. The cortico-steroids haven't worked and she's in for another CT scan tomorrow.
So I'm breathing deeply, now, imagining I'm on a headland and it's bright and breezy. The pretty town is basking in the sun. So is everyone else. It's nice.