England's green and pleasant land...

Well, I'm back in the country. I have to say, I had a good time, but I'm glad to be back. That isn't usually the case for me, because I can think of at least 4 places I would rather be right now than my native country. But this time, it was a bit different. I really enjoyed the place we stayed in, and it was awesome to spend time with my parents. But the situation was not one I would choose to find myself in again. We shared an apartment. My parents had the double room, and I was on the couch in the shared living room/kitchen/dining area. The couch was pretty uncomfortable, and the room was too hot. I didn't get much sleep, before I was woken up by my mom and dad coming in to make coffee/go onto the veranda/generally make a racket.

Now, don't get me wrong, I still had a great time, and I wouldn't change my parents for the world. But there's something very wierd about being asleep in bed in the same room as your parents are wandering around in, when you're 23. I realise now why I moved away from home...

Never mind. The hotel was just our basecamp, as it were, and it did the job. We did a whole bunch of stuff, the most important of which I've outlined already on here, so there's no need to go over old ground in that respect. The trip back was ok, I'm on my parents' computer now, and I intend to be in Leeds by tonight, so it's a fish and chip supper for me, then in the car for the drive home. Mom's out at the chippie right now. I hope it's open. For all that I love sampling the foreign delicacies, and avoiding the British run/attracting places when I'm away, I still really enjoy a nice big plateful of deep fried, battered fish, and greasy, thick cut chips, smothered in salt and swimming in vinegar. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go salivate elsewhere - I don't want to short out this keyboard...