Skipped a day here, sorry guys! My fault, as always… :…( JOKE.
Any way – Christmas, Christmas, Christmas.
I think one of the great things about Christmas for me is the journey home. I’ve only done it three times so far, but ever since i’ve been in london, i’ve had to travel home to the waveney valley just before christmas to spend it with my family. The journey’s best alone, you get to reflect on the year thats now behind you, and cringe at the mistakes you’ve made. But you also get that feeling – that soft thud of warmth you only feel in cold blackness of winter, the smell of wood fires in your best friends living room, the feeling of pine needles between your fingers, and the musky taste of mulled wine on your lips. Home. It’s always best when you’ve been away. That’s why, what i love about Christmas is
National Express East Anglia, taking us all home for Christmas
Until my next letter, or never…
P.S – Aiden and The Dead formats fracking rule!