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After spending a morning writing Blip I headed out for lunch with an old friend Mark. We ended up going to the newly refurbished Cross House Inn, and I ended up having some proper pub grub…fish and chips, something that is not available anywhere bar English themed restaurants (of which there are none in Brittany, and I had no time to go to Dolly’s in Caen!). It was so lovely to find out what Mark had been up to over the summer and in the months before and tell him all about everything that had been happening in my life as well. It was a shame that we didn’t have more time together to have a bit of a music session, but Mark had a student to teach and I had things to get on with home…we will have another time at some point soon I think!

After late afternoon at home and a quick dinner, I was off out again to see Luke, another old friend. We’ve know each other since we were eleven years old, and I don’t think our relationship has changed much since that time! Bar being able to legally drink of course. I will admit, two bottles of wine was probably not the best of ideas, but on an evening of socialising and revelations…why not?

Then close your eyes and tap your heels together three times. And think to yourself, 'There's no place like home.’ This is my house, my childhood home, and the place I know I can always go back to. It probably isn’t much to look it, but it’s mine. The number plates have been changed on the cars, my dad doesn’t own a car with a three backwards on the number plate!