Home?

And so I am moving back in with the parents. Who are not here. I set up house, again.

I have an alarming haircut that makes me feel like I'm someone else. Far sharper and I suppose more on it than I. Another swipe to the acting the part. Lovely lunch with Nick and family en route. It is good to be back. Better than Berlin for me, despite the vauge depression of another set up trip to the supermarket and an empty house.

Evening fields around Wheatley. Stunning.