It was nice to see the house, it makes me like the countryside. There are horses at the end of the garden , there's vegetable patches and fruit growing (I sampled the strawberries) but alas I still felt on edge.
Being there makes me laugh sometimes, my dad and his wife are the only people i've ever met that keep Veal in the freezer "just in case." Before they got rid of it they kept the Aga on to heat the house, they read the Sunday times with slippers on, they have a log fire, they grow vegetables that i've not even tried (Fennel for example), they like The Archers and my father likes leaving his tea 5/10 minutes to brew before he drinks it. Prehaps these qualities explain a lot but I do laugh how much of an oddity i've turned out compared to this lot. I often ponder if I was even my father's daughter.
I went with the full intention of outing myself as last time I saw him it was Christmas and somehow I thought i'd be ruining Christmas but this time I had the full opportunity but it wasn't coming out my mouth. So when he asks if I have a boyfriend for the tenth time i'm sure i'll still be replying "Not yet dad" and sigh.
I went with the full intention of outing myself as last time I saw him it was Christmas and somehow I thought i'd be ruining Christmas but this time I had the full opportunity but it wasn't coming out my mouth. So when he asks if I have a boyfriend for the tenth time i'm sure i'll still be replying "Not yet dad" and sigh.
I'm glad to be back in Brighton.
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