Home, home on the range

i love going home... i really do, and against the backdrop of a lonesome leaving of norway, coming home was very much the opposite. it was my brothers fiances birthday dinner with my mum and bro, so literally off the plane in nottingham, i hightailed up to sheffield to catch the dessert, which was lovely (seeing family, not the dessert...that was a bit 'doughy' truth be told). it made it all that bit more special seeing people when i got home. strangely also, Weeble were playing an acoustic gig in Junktion 7 of all places, in nottingham that very same evening, which meant wandering into the bar, just to have missed the gig, but as ever, most of my good friends were there, so it was beers and welcome home hugs all around...cannot tell you how nice that was...it felt very much like home. the rest of the weekend was spent at home with ryan tock and lucy, talking, watching tv on the sofa and eating chinese, going out for dinner, and meeting more friends...some real good friends, and even making new ones as well...i even caught a sheffield united game with some very very good and very very old friends simon and bob, and even got to meet bobs wife and 66% of simons kids...almost a perfect weekend really