I'm, home?

3 days since home.

But it's the home I left that i'm hung up on.

Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be here than there, but this is a shock to system that had got used to a very different life till 3 days ago.

Let me describe my journey home.
Goodbye Jaisalmer, train left at 4.30.
9.30 train falls clean off the rails.
3.30 we give up the wait and get off the damn thing, drag 27kg (in my case) along an Indian railway to the nearest road, where a bus waited to take us to Jodphur, to get back on another train.
4hrs sleep.
Boiled eggs and bread breakfast passed down the carriages.
6.30pm Dehli.
8.00pm IDEX guesthouse.
8.00am Leave
10am Airport
Wait. Wait. Wait.
4.30pm In the air.
9.30pm Land.
1.00am Home.

That's about 25hrs on a train - it was the craziest journey we've ever had.

But home, as comforting as it is. Is missing about 47 people... I was in Norwich yesterday, truly on my own for the first time since I was back, as George had left me for a little. It was huge, cold and unfriendly. People rushing around all consumed by shopping and spending money and buying one more thing that really, isn't essential. I stopped and talked to a street charity worker for half an hour. The one person that i'd figured was in town for a real reason. Selling comics for whatever you could afford, all proceeds going to buy wheelchairs for children.

I hid in Franks for 3hours sipping mulled wine and flicking through the comic.

Ziad, it's not just you.