I'm OK with not seeing my T for five weeks. What bugs me is not being allowed to see her.

I've lived in many homes over the years. Some I have left voluntarily. But others (my Home of Origin; the building when the Good Group met) I left involuntarily, and I still bear the scars.

I didn't really want to leave school, either.

I talked about Penny Lane. Paul McCartney was born in Liverpool and this song speaks of his love of that city and its people. But even more than that, he can go back to Penny Lane any time he wants and he will be welcome there. I don't have anywhere like that. It hurts that the house no longer belongs to the family.

Of course, my idea of home is highly idealised and unrealistic. But this stems from my Prime Delusion, which is that than things can last for ever.