Looks like home, ish.

Woke up with an incredible headache this morning (maybe something to do with operatic singing?) and generally not feeling much love for life in general, stayed in bed preeety much most of the day, then dragged myself out of bed for the evening service that my parents were doing over in Ormi. After the service we went to grab a chippy, or in my case half a deep fried pizza (don't knock it 'till you've tried it), which was well needed having only had a bacon butty to eat all day. My parents are staying in the house I grew up in until we left Scotland, preparing it for the next tenants, it's a little strange being back there, and the last lady that lived there painted it all sorts of weird colours, but it's still so familiar, I'm sure it even smells the same as it always did...