October 12th 2019 Today my Dad accused me of treating their house like a hotel. And although it was inflammatory, it was not inaccurate. In recent times, I’m kind of just sleeping here, and coming and going whenever. And it’s amazing. Every night this week I’ve been doing something different, and I’ve been doing it to excess. But it’s been a great week, and a great month to be fair. I’ve always got something to do, or someone to see, and I’m feeling really positive about my life at the moment. With that comes a certain amount of hotel-ing. Life … Continue reading Hotel