Brothers, when will we be three again my brothers?

Arrived back in a London covered by a layer of strange grey floating carpets... oh wait... these are clouds! i had almost forgotten what they looked like. Whizzed through security with my fantastic English passport before stumbling out into arrivals and waiting for ages looking for someone i recognised to come and get me! It was my mum's birthday so i had friends arrange to pick me up because i wanted to surprise her. And i did, though i think she had a hunch.

After dealing with the family around for mums birthday we went bowling. By the time i went to bed i hadn't slept in 48 hours. Damn flight times! But i get to see my mum and my brothers.

I was born into a family of nutcases...

All in all its good to be back but i have already walked through town thinking... what a shit hole. But having my brothers around me and my friends lining up to see me it makes putting up with this country and the long flight all worth it.