My parents have just set off with mark and Kat to the airport. Pretty soon, I should start packing up ready to go back to uni. In a way, I’m looking forward to it, but I could also do with one more week of Christmas holiday. I like being at home, relaxing, and watching bond films on the big screen. Mum’s a very good cook, and I’ve enjoyed eating some proper food these past two weeks. I’ve also managed to see both my brothers, both grandmothers, Charlie, and, of course, Lyn this holiday, so I’m happy.

I think it is time to head back; it’s time to pick my work up where I left off – assuming, of course, I can remember where that is. Truth be told, I’m rather missing

Esther, Ricardio and rob, and indeed all my friends. I’m looking forward to seeing Esther on Friday; to dinner times with Rob; to rehearsals with Ricardio. I’m looking forward to old boys too: I seem to have fallen out of touch with a few of my best friends, like Emma, Steve, and Chris flackett.

On a similar note, I need to get my arse over to winsford again soon. I’m eager to re-establish contacts with Donno and Phil. We still haven’t had that long overdue beer. Perhaps Mayer can drive us over one Tuesday.

So it seems I have a lot to look forward to. Charlotte mentioned a thing with disabled children at her school which she wants me to be involved with, so I need to follow that up. I also have trips to Paris (with Charlie) and Rome (with Lyn) to plan. All in all, should be quite an interesting term.