back in the 'shire

so from the title you may of guessed I'm back in my home town (no prizes for guessing where)
this should bring a certain joyous feel to it as its Christmas and I'm with family but.. it also means it start back at the very mentally challenging bar that i work at during any time which isn't term time, and then also i like my independence, the fact that every move is not questioned or requires some sort of okness, if not i am ignored for the following week and the phrase "I am disappointed" is used to much effect.

so the choice of sitting on my own in the freezing house that i rent, or return to a land that has heating and a break from the so called student life. The latter was chosen. The cold or "flu" has taken over my throat and refuses swallow without severe pain, this as my dad decided was his victory over me in a drinking contest ( i think not ).

so back in this normal free and easy life i live the ridicule i have received has been unprecedented ( i have been home for no longer than 24hours ), and my brother has proceeded to pick up my electric guitar and pretend he his Kurt Cobain (of Nickelback fame according to him, with the constant question of "is this a chord?" at least he kinda wants to know), i shall kinda let this slide but the subwoofer pointed at my wall at 8am this morning was not appreciated.

so yes in brief back to the high life ( well midlands, not northern )