Before going to the trouble of even taking my shoes off last night, I made an almighty fuss of Jack. We arrived home just before midnight and my dad had dropped him off a couple of hours before and fed him, unpacked his bed and cuddly armadillo (you read that right) and generally gave him time to get used to being back home so he wasn't overwhelmed when we returned. Thankfully he was pleased to see us as I was worried about how he would react to us having been away. He doesn't even like it when he is left on his own for a minute and although he is used to my dad's house and company I did wonder if he would think we had abandoned him. 

There's no place like home as the saying goes, but for some reason I could feel myself un-relaxing in the time it took for the tram to carry us between the station and our stop. I love city life but would love it even more if the city had a beach, and not so many cunts. 

I deliberately didn't do any work today as I wanted to squeeze as much none-working time out of the week as I could. Today was a 'filter day', in which we have time to spend at home instead of going straight back into the swing of every day life. Of course there's the weekend to act as a buffer between time off and returning to work but my weekends seem to be more chaotic than ever, in fact I go back to my day job to rest. Neither of us wanted to go out apart from to walk Jack but I felt as if I had missed a trick when I realised the date. Friday 13th is the luckiest day of the year for me usually, the one day that my curse guardian fucks off and leaves me alone, I think all the curse guardians have their annual general meetings on Friday 13th. Tomorrow I have a podcast to record so I am expecting to be electrocuted by the computer or the house to fall down but today is my lucky day and I'm not going to worry about that now.

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