I go home again today. It has been a great week; a visit to my old family house was long overdue, and I think they will happen a bit more often from now on. It felt great to be back here, but I’m also looking forward to getting back to charlton this afternoon. Being stuffed full of mums delicious cooking is one thing, returning to the woman you love in the greatest city on earth quite another. As much as I love this old place, I feel freer down in London, and I daresay mum and dad enjoy being boy-free too. Soon, then, I’ll exchange the green fields of Cheshire for the concrete and steel of the metropolis; having visited my old life, it’s time to return to the new one.