Roy and Kirsten, at a petrol station, somewhere grim in The North.In what seemed like a blink of an eye, they were on their way. I wish they could have stayed longer. But it won't be long before our paths cross again. Can't frakking wait.
Friday, 6 August 2010
Home and safe
Evening. After a long but very pleasant journey (Kirsten has brilliant Kerrang-esque taste in music), we arrived outside our house in Birmingham, in a thundering great black Land Rover. It was wonderful to be home. After hugs and kisses, I introduced Alan to Roy and Kirsten properly (he's already met K briefly), and they came in for a cup of coffee.
Roy and Kirsten, at a petrol station, somewhere grim in The North.
In what seemed like a blink of an eye, they were on their way. I wish they could have stayed longer. But it won't be long before our paths cross again. Can't frakking wait.
Roy and Kirsten, at a petrol station, somewhere grim in The North.In what seemed like a blink of an eye, they were on their way. I wish they could have stayed longer. But it won't be long before our paths cross again. Can't frakking wait.
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