Letters keep us posted...

It's been a very strange day. Claire stayed over last night and left about 11 this morning. After she left I showered and got down to some revision. But around 12.30 James social worker turned up and I spent most of the afternoon eaves dropping and doing past papers (badly). Now in what should be a permanent arrangement as of today James no longer lives here. He has left/been removed from this address. I feel totally indignant to the whole situation and see this as beneficial for mum at least, I feel no sadness or loss that it's unlikely that I'll see him in the near future, unless its turning up a Thorpe Woodlands in some Out Reach or ASBO group of kids.

Today has felt strange in another way aswell, all day I've felt that it's my last day before I disappear back to uni even though I'm not going until Wednesday. I don't really won't to go back just yet, I'm very settled back here and I think I'll miss home more this time round. However I'm also sure that after a few days I will be right back into the swing of Sheffield life and again be loving every minute of it, well almost. I've said to a couple of people today that I've done very few of the things I'd planned at the onset of the holidays. No house parties, not met up with that many friends, didn't have the physics reunion or a fair well meal. Just a lot of climbing and wasted days... But then again what else is a holiday for...

I will miss this though...