My brothers are home this weekend; or, rather, they’re at my parent’s house. It’s funny how I still think of that place as home, but I guess it’s natural – after all, I was born there, and grew up there. I’m still in south London, at home with Lyn, but I must admit a large part of me wishes I could join mark and Luke with my family. It’s been getting on for eight months since I left home. Don’t get me wrong: I’m still very happy living with Lyn, but part of me says I should be up there with my family. We don’t see each other very often at all these days. But, alas, it has been quite a hectic week, so I was unable to arrange going to join them myself. I’ll just say I hope they have a great time, that I’m thinking of them, and that I hope to see them all soon.