it's so sad and tragic when people die, especially by means of suicide, but also frustrating as hell when the earwit decides to do it in rush hour so you spend 3 hours on a train that should of taken an hour. it's the most frustrating thing ever not being able to get off and walk.
so that was my journey home- should of taken an hour and a bit but took 4 hours in the end. it was worth it seeing the famiglia and my little cat tommy. the furry bundle of joy. i'm a bit concerned that he isn't getting sufficient amounts of attention, either that or the smelly thing isn't licking himself properly so his fur was all clumpy, i gave him a good brush though which he loved.
it was strange going back to swindon and being in my old home, it reminds me of very nearly one year ago when i was extremely happy as i had just met jon, the weather was getting colder and phil collins was all i listened to.
one thing that never changes is my dad- his life is one ridiculous, cringeworthy scenario after another. too embarrassing to go into detail and things i wish my dad would not tell me for the sake of my own humility.