It's nice to be home. I keep typing and then deleting bits, because all I really have to say is that IT'S NICE TO HOME. Oh, and it's bloody cold. It's colder (and it's grim, hahaha) up north and it's killing my Raynaud's, so I can't text. I don't think anybody from The Colc, anyone who would have been texting me and not getting a reply, reads this, BUT I'M PUTTING IT OUT THERE ANYWAY.
Not that I usually reply to texts, if I'm honest. But there you go!