In the dining room of my parent’s house there now hangs the most beautiful photograph I have ever seen: an enormous pint of a picture taken at my brother Mark’s wedding. All the family is there, including me and Lyn. As soon as I saw it I fell in love with it, and it made our long-overdue entrance into our family house all the sweeter.

I’ll probably writ more about this in the next few days, but Lyn and I just got home from a trip up north. We went to celebrate my twenty-ninth birthday. It had been over two years since I had been to the old family house, and Lyn had never seen it so it was high time we made the trip. It was well worth it: between at last getting to show Lyn the place where I grew up, eating mum’s cooking (in copious amounts, I must add) and watching Midnight in Paris (I want Woody Allen’s babies!) this year was the most wonderful birthday ever. Now, though, I’m tired, and need my tea, but tonight I’ll be going to bed a very, very happy man indeed: my world now feels complete.