As usual, I’m home again for the weekend. Muucch to their frustration, mum and dad can’t get rid of me. (i’m joking guys). For once, my brothers are here too, so the place is full of nonsequeteurs and rainman quotes, which have merged to random cries of ‘definitely not a hundred dollars.’ yes, I kknow, ‘what?!’

anyway, I love this house – I was born here – but it just did a strange thing to me. I was about to cclimb the stairs, and noticed the thermostat on the wall. I could read it clearly: 21 degrees celsius. ‘odd’, I thought, ‘I remember that was higher up the wall, well out of my reach.’ Thats the problem about growing up in a house you love – the sword cuts two ways: it’s how you remember, but you cannot recapture the time you had.

Nevertheless, piano music is oncce again being played throughoutt the house; mum is in the kitchen,; luke is being luke, dad is…soomewhere about. Time to go join them