Family wise, my mum continues to crumble but at a fairly slow and steady pace so no drama this trip. My brother was too unwell to see me on this trip but whether this was down to purely physical ailments or a mix of that and poor mental health remains to be seen. On future visits I may return to my regular M.O. of just rocking up to his house uninvited. That way I can at least find out how he really is. The rest of the trip passed by without any real drama - a real indication of how much of a malign pressence my father was when alive. Every Christmas I remember with him was frought. anxious and unpleasant but the past few years have been comparatively sedate affairs. Its a pretty sad indictment.
I managed to see a few of my friends, including ones I missed on my last trip due to my mum's epic fall. If I had known that I wouldn't be seeing my brother I would have used that time to catch up with some others instead. Sorry folks. Now that I am back I still have fixtures piling up of people at this end I still need to catch up with and this weekend at work contains plans for both a massive New Years Eve party (for the service users) and another tenants birthday. In less than two weeks I will have clocked up a full year in my new job. I might use my space here to do some stocktaking on the changes of the past year. I am in a very different place now than I was at this time last year, that's for sure.
This week I have been mostly re-reading: Redemption Song - Muhammad Ali & The Spirit Of The 60's by Mike Marqusee