I was a good son today. Not that it's about validation, of course. But I really was. Picked up a really fancy hire car (it was worth thirty grand...) and then worried when my parent's dog leaped all over it during malting season. 14 hour round trip to Devon so Mum could look at the house she may move into when Dad passes on. Very surreal, quite stressful.
Home by 2.30am.
Tomorrow I shall be creative again.
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