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On the sofa with Esther

I don't have much to say tonight. I don't even want to contemplate how hideous things are getting in the wider world, so to cheer myself up I think I'll just share this great picture, taken this weekend in crewe. I wrote the other day about how special it was to see my old friend Esther. A visit to her was overdue, and probably made my weekend.

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[Edited Yesterday at 22:33:08 - added a bit]

Heading home fully charged

I'm on my train south, heading home to London. It has been an outstanding weekend, and a long overdue one. Seeing Esther at last was brilliant, and it must be said that my parents have totally spoiled me this weekend. At the same time I am looking forward to getting back to lyn. While I think I needed this weekend, my life as a Londoner awaits me. I'm looking forward to asking her about David Icke, and to cracking on with the films I'm supposed to be helping to make. Lots to look back on, then, but also tons to look forward to. Now that my stomach has been filled to the brim with mums delicious cooking, I feel recharged and ready to go.

The other side of the webcam

I think I've mentioned on here before that I Skype my parents every Sunday morning: it's sort of a standing tradition we have. It felt wired to find myself on the other side of the webcam today. I go back to charlton tomorrow, so today I was with my parents when they spoke to my brothers. It was great to see them both, as I don't really speak to them much. Luke is doing really well, but what was really cool was the game of webcam hide and seek we just played with my nephew Oliver. He is growing up fast, and becoming quite a handful for his mum and dad. Looking at his bright face on the screen, I realised that pretty soon I need to organise getting myself to France. It's high time uncle Matt, and possibly aunt Lyn, payed them a visit. Webcam chats are awesome, but, as this weekend has shown me, sometimes you just have to go see someone, especially when it comes to family.


[Edited 15/01/2017 at 16:08:53 - Added a bit ]

Visiting Esther

We just got back from Crewe. I know they say you should never get too close to your support staff, but to me, Esther is far more than one of my old personal assistants. While you'll understand when I say that I want to keep the precise details of this afternoon between us, I just want to record that what happened this afternoon was long overdue. Seven years had passed and we had a lot of catching up: Esther still supports students at college; she told me that much has changed since I was there. At the same time, it seemed like only days had passed since we had last seen each other: Esther looked exactly as I remembered her, and she told me that I had barely changed too.

Our two hours flew by, and our long overdue meeting ended all too soon. Esther is one of my best friends, and I realised how much I missed her. We exchanged gifts, and I gave a copy of my thesis. After all, she put so much work into it, so it only seemed right. As I stepped out her front door, I made a promise to myself: before the year is over, Esther will have had a coffee with me in charlton park. That, too, is long overdue.

Looking forward to seeing Esther

I'm currently sat in the conservancy of the old family house. I came up by train yesterday: it was time for another visit 'home'. Apart from a few different nicknacks on the shelves, the place is pretty much as I left it.

Today will probably be a quiet, uneventful day - I don't want to intrude on my parents too much by insisting they take me here, there and everywhere. But tomorrow...tomorrow will be special. I've arranged to go visit Esther in Crewe. I haven't seen my old learning support assistant in seven years. Of course, we chat quite often over facebook, but since I moved to London I haven't seen her. The woman who helped me through my degree and set me on my way in my masters; the Esther of a thousand coffees and lunchtime chats; .the only person in the world who I could discuss James Bond with without being frowned at; that's who I will see tomorrow.

Sat here in the conservatory, so many photos look down on me: graduation photos, wedding photos, photos of my nephew and niece. So much has happened in the last seven years - so many awesome, awesome things- that I can't wait to tell Esther. Where will I begin? The Olympics? Python? The cafe in the park? Guy, our cat? I can't wait to chat with her about Happy and Glorious. I want to tell her all about London, all about charlton; all about life in that chaotic, insane maelstrom so different to the quiet world up here. I have so many stories to tell her. She might read my blog, in which case she may know a few of them already. But there is so much more.

I am, I suppose, a different man to who I was seven years ago. Indeed it feels like the entire world has changed since I last saw my old friend. I'm a Londoner now, and London changes people. At the same time, I'm still me, Matt: blogger, filmmaker and bum. The question is, will Esther recognise me? Will I recognise Esther? I suppose we will see tomorrow.


[Edited 13/01/2017 at 18:28:29 - Added a bit ]