  I should put a post in to say that I am now back in the bosom of my family, or at least my irrascible brother James and my Mother. Here, as Mum warned me yesterday on the way from Taunton station, nothing has changed. I have not been to this house since December 2001, but I feel as though i had never left.
Indeed, the change such as it has been, is for the reality to transmogrify into my golden image of the place, since my mother's long-time associate, with whom I never got on, no longer lives here, and thus it is far more stress-free than it actually used to be. This is somewhat mitigated by the disappearance, with him, of wide-screen TV and digital satellite, but otherwise it's blissful. Otherwise though, Somerset in Summer is so beautiful - this morning I woke up in my old bedroom at dawn (due to ongoing jet-lag issues) and opened the window all the way and climbed out and sat on the edge of the water tank, and just looked at the garden - kind of surreal through the sheer dislocation and the tiredness, but still just awesome. I'm a bit stressed that here's not really somewhere i can work, though - and I really do need to get this thesis written (I am informed by Entourage that it is due in 254 days!
) That being the final draft.
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Another incredible thing in England now, which has enabled me to connect my laptop to the internet for the first time since getting back, is the existence of free dial-up internet - apparently with unlimited downloading etc, though I haven't tested that yet. 
