Sorry I've been out of touch. I've been busy. My father is dead and I've had to bother myself with the formal side of things. I'm very nearly done moving into my old home.
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If you plan on bringing me housewarming pies or something else of the faux-polite-gesture-pastry variety, do inform me beforehand or you may be faced with an unwelcome surprise.
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My father is dead. I should be glad. I am glad. Perhaps if it were to happen a different way I might be more satisfied. I should've made sure he knew how
Spilt milk now, I suppose.
I cannot seem to prevent my memories from replaying in my mind. Perhaps I am tired. Sleep, crumpets, "work", home, drink, read, bed. Back into my exciting way of life.
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