Broken guitar strings and pretty people

Dear Heart,
Home today on an afternoon train. Back to my family, to my brother playing on Papa's guitar and to my sisters draping themselves langurously over me in a bizarre performance of affection.
Above are two very special people - Emily and Keiran, who are terribly lovely and disgustingly in love. We ate spaghetti bolognaise at our family's big wooden table before Camp Reunion (the reason I came home) and laughed all evening. I wish you could have been there too!
Love, Lydia x
P.S. The next few are backblips, I'm afraid - I lose all form of contact with the outside world whenever I am home.