I went for a drive yesterday to escape my house. D’you know… I quite enjoyed my drive. I had no pre-determined destination. I figured I’d just end up back home but I went down a windy road at about 11pm and just steered into the curves of the road and I smiled. It was a smooth and effortless drive. I hummed to the radio and just drove. I seriously considered going and doing it again. That’s not happened in a long, long while.

They say all things happen for a reason- well perhaps that’s the reason for the arguments lately?