Home Sweet Home

Well, folks, it’s official. I’m back. Hair cut, bright blue trainers on, desperately hung over. It’s just like old times. Also familiar is the fact that I somehow managed to leave my mobile lying about in Dave and Marty’s flat last night (and they, of course, are dead asleep and not answering their phones or their doorbell). I really must find a way to have it permanently attached to my person. This is after I caught my heel in the lawn outside their door and found myself sprawled out on the pavement (perhaps stilettos have their dark side too). But a good time was had by all, I’ve not gotten to sleep before sunrise since I arrived home on Friday night, and even though everybody still owes me money for the tab last night, damn but it’s good to be home.