I am back home, briefly. I’ve been staying with Lyn for the last week, where highlights included trying to teach Karolyna the phrase ‘smeg head’ and Lyn’s neighbours birthday party on Saturday. I don’t remember too much about said party, only being called a lightweight by a 12 year old. Grr. He should have been in bed anyway. I’m off again on Thursday for my brother’s wedding, which I’m really looking forward to, although, if I’m honest, I’m slightly nervous about too. I mean: Luke, marrying? Part of me still sees him as my little-big brother, who has always cared for me. It wasn’t so long ago that we were squabbling over toys, or he was telling me to stop getting comfortable.

But Luke has turned into a man, and a damn good one at that. He is a person of honour, unafraid to do the right thing. I respect what he is doing on Saturday; I am proud to call him my brother, as I shall be to call yan my sister. I love you bro.