I may have left M-i-L’s a little later than I’d planned after the movies last night – I really loved ‘Get Shorty’ but seriously complex plot! It ws a fun night. I’m so chuffed that people enjoyed Run Lola Run, I was kinda worried they wouldn’t. I’m also scared by how much of Labyrinth, Withnail & I and Fear & Loathing I actually know.
Anyway, I was up vaguely this morning, and in enough time to make a roast had I been fully mobile. The sprain is becoming gradually more mobile. Mobile enough for FJ and I to want to discuss prospective routes tomorrow anyway. The roast was only an hour late and my parents used the time to give me some new boots, which are very comfy and very warm. They also found my kite and the remains of my train set… I havean urge to do something with it but gods know what.
I don’t have a close relationship with my parents, I kind of wish I did but on the whole it’s ok, you get used to things. I do worry about them though. Whenever they had worries about me or my sister during adolescence they’d bring it up with the other of us and/or keep quiet. So now I’m left wondering what to do with this. How do I ask my parents how much they’re drinking…and is it really my business?