I'd be on for a ramble right about now. Cross country maybe. Just walking the lines.

Maybe the stress of my Dad's cancer scare and dodgy recovery, my Mum's overall health, and being island-bound and away from my crew is all becoming a bit much.
Lately my muscles have been twitching and jumping all over my body and I have nightmares. Mostly they are about the normal things like invading armies and I can't breathe. The one time a girl and I were hiding, lying motionless out on a train trestle bridge face down with the sky full of enormous Nazgûl-balck bombers in a formation that completely covered the sky. The sky was yellow and brown and sickly. If we moved at all they would see us. In another I was in a close-in neighborhood like someplace in the West Bank watching small balsa wood gliders landing on the street. They would sit there for a minute then burn up in a white poison gas that engulfed everyone around. One time a helicopter was chasing my Father like a hornet across a field as he was running trying to get to a military check point that was behind barbed wire and somehow safe. These have been going on for three months. Maybe if I tell you they will go away. 'Cos sometimes it's better just not to dream about anything at all.