Ah home again (Wickedkitten)

And so, Tuesday night we got back from Scotland, that being the first time I've really been away from the flat since we've moved in (bar the overnight at the York Meet which isn't really the same). To say the least, it was damned odd being back in Arbroath in that I wonder how the hell did I stay there so long without losing the plot. Ross' parents live way out in the country where it is a good 30-45 minute walk to the Morrisons and you can actually go for weeks at a time without seeing another person if you choose to do so.

As bad as it sounds, although I did enjoy seeing everyone again, I was very happy to get home.