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Getting back home after a long time away warps my sense of "home" , the place s full of smells I never knew it had; some good, some bad and some just worrying.

Home also seems bigger in places than I remember and smaller than in others. If I get up at night I find it difficult to navigate my home in the dark, not that it's ever that dark living by a supermarket carpark equipped with two miniature suns for lamposts

Apologies for the long gap between posts, but I spent the summer exhausted and totally immersed in Spanish staying with my girlfriend's family in Galicia. Although I have to admit to spending a few days ill in bed sleeping and reading novels in English. As the illness in Galicia was probably caused by from too much thinking whilst translating I think it was an apt cure. Even if it was a flying visit to England for our two families to meet that pushed me over the edge, it was a short visit in which I had to speak a lot of Spanish. My meeting was nothing like how bluestreak's meeting went, which reads like a war report.

The title of my last post a few days ago, "Coffin dodger", was in reference to some recent events. Firstly, the favourable health check with my cardiologist on the tenth anniversary of surgery, Secondly the near deathly silence from me here and lastly the luck I had last Wednesday flying from Madrid.

Wednesday was a terrible day, I woke up at 4am with a bad, bad stomach this lasted for days. We missed all the chaos at the airport following the crash (en-es) by half an hour and had no idea that it had happened until we were safe at home. For those who knew we were flying there was a very tense time between news reports of the crash and when the authorities finally revealed just which flight had crashed.

I very bitty entry today, but until I'm back to normal I'm afraid i can't concentrate long enough for a decent entry

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