Home From Rockness

Almost home. As in I got to the front door, I even touched the door handle - and then I realised I didn't have a house key.

When, two hours later, I was granted entry (after putting my tent up in the back garden to use as a hide out) all I wanted was a jam and peanut butter sandwich...

I didn't appreciate the artistic significance of the jam reflecting how I felt. I was just bloody annoyed.