Morning!
I am writing my blog at the moment at this ungodly hour in a state of bodily distress! Lol.
Me, Andrew, Mel and Cassie have come to my mum's to look after little Patch and I'm actually regreting it at the moment.
Obviously the house has been empty for 2 weeks nearly and it was bloody cold, but it seems to be taking forever to heat up. The heating has been on constant and will remain on constant til we probably go home!
The smell of smoke now seems to be making my throat really dry and am reluctant to go downstairs on my own to get a drink, will explain why in a moment, and I don't wanna wake Andrew up.
I can only guess that a smoker's throat can always feel like mine is right at this moment. It's really dry, and I feel really agitated because I need a drink. I'm gonna have to wake Andrew up in a moment to come down with me.
The reason I want him to come down with me is because since Alan died in this house, the house I grew up in, I've felt uncomfortable being here. Specially in the hallway where he died. I hate feeling like this in the house I grew up in and can't wait for my mum to note out. It must be really horrible for her living here on her own.
I have found myself having all nice memories of my childhood in this house but then the reality of Alan dying here comes back and soon puts a stopper in them. It's horrible.
Anyway, I'm gonna get a drink.