Keep Calm and Carry On

It's good to be back.

Strange how we never notice those little restrictions and indeed, frictions that are imposed upon us by our parents. At least, until we are free of them.

It's been good to escape the constant questions about where I'm going, how long I'll be gone and who I'm going with.

I didn't really have much to put in this entry really, apart from that.

Oh - and my dad fixed the evil broken bed last week.

It has since broken again. I think I'm going to just give up and put the mattress on the floor. I can do without the twisted spine, thanks.