Home

It was nice to go away but it is oh so much nicer to be home. Marrakech is the most exotic place I have been for a long time, and coming back to the UK, I looked with fresh eyes at those grey pavements and skies. I'm currently sat on my sofa, as I so often am, but the difference is that this time I really appreciate what I have here, a quiet, calm, safe room to call my own. Even the noise of the traffic outside is oddly comforting. It's good to be home. I'm going to a gig at the pub over the road tonight, I should chivvy myself into the shower and then have some dinner. Spaghetti hoops and cheese on toast. Perfect end of holiday fare.