A New Friend / Daddy's Gone

And so, June 21st. Summer solstice, the most hours of daylight of the year. Also my elder brother's 40th birthday. Also Father's Day. Takes the piss a bit really, the first father's day of my life that I have to live without a father is the longest of the year. One of those karma kicks in the balls isn't it. It struck me today as well that he'll have been dead for a whole year in less than 8 weeks. How on earth can that have happened? August 14th last year, and it's now the latter half of June. I don't understand how that time has slipped by. So yes, I miss you Dad, and I hope you had a good father's day.

In different news (to relate to title A, a melancholy track by The Good Life to close their Album of the Year album, bar the reflective Two Years This Month) I have just booked a return train ticket to Grimsby to visit someone. I am really looking forward to that. It'll be one hell of an adventure. I have never done anything of that sort before. Really looking forward to it. Lots of time on the train too, so I will ensure the iPod is fully charged and I have plenty to read! I'll have to practice sleeping without the television on though. Not too bad pricewise either.

It was the summer ball for my uni yesterday. I didn't go. Someone I know did. It looks like she had fun. Though she hasn't told me. My little, frail olive branch I extended on Friday is still hanging precariously in the air...

I am quite tired, I usually have a little sleep on a Sunday afternoon, but I haven't today, I was just about too, but then a bacon sandwich arrived in my room, and after that I was awake properly again. The Grand Prix was pretty good, Vettel was dominant. Shame about the other Sebastiens though, I keep my eye out for them. Had fun with my sister as well, I think we both needed to keep each other distracted. One of the hardest days to get through unscathed since what would have been his 65th birthday earlier this year. At least then I had someone to lean on. I somehow managed to kick my own crutch out from beneath me on that one. I think I am going to sit up for a little while and listen to The Good Life's album, and maybe play a little bit of Pure on the Playstation3, then head to bed. Have to be up tomorrow, we are getting a delivery from Argos and the tiler from the bathroom is coming back because he skimped a bit, and mum wasn't impressed. Before I get too carried away with speaking about the trivial parts of life, I am going to say goodnight to you.

So, goodnight.
Samuel

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