I've been home less than 24 hours.
Already I appear to be trying to get vertical on the building supports, if you get my drift.
I love my parents to pieces, but being an only child at the age of 25 and suddenly losing all independence is a complete pain in the arse.
I can't do anything, go anywhere or call anyone (because I have no phone signal) on my mobile.
Yorkshire is a wonderfully bleak place sometimes, and I love that, but I do wonder how the hell I would manage now if my parents didn't have broadband (they only got it less than 2 years ago, and when I first started uni broadband wasn't available in my village at all!).
I'm going to be taking a series of photos over my period at home to show you what I've been up to, so expect lots of crap pictures of the dog, wrapping paper and the tree, etc. I'm certainly no photographer...
Ho ho ho and all that jazz!