tamaranth | It is Better to Travel Hopefully than to Arrive

... not that I minded coming home again either.
Weekend in Plymouth ...

Good Things:

all the writing and thinking and music I did on the train
seeing younger nephew remarkably cheerful despite being mid-breakup with psychotic wife
walking among mossed-over medieval field walls in the fields above Burrator Reservoir, in spring sunshine, with my sister: birds singing, warm spring sun, bright colours, an ancient and much-used place, sense of sisterly affection and shared fun.
seeing my father this morning, considerably better than yesterday and quite coherent.
In Bizarre Shopping Experience, saw the Standard Lamp of my Dreams in a shop in Plymouth for under £100. Only equivalent ever spotted in London was £1500. Something very wrong with universe.

Bad Things:

my father, sick and hallucinating, yelling (well, croaking) at me not to step on the (invisible) kitten. Apparently seeing small mammals is a common symptom of Parkinson's disease.
my sister never stops talking. Ever.
my sister being Difficult. (Shall leave it at that. She is ill herself, which probably explains a lot).
my lurking viral thingy is starting to hit properly. Hardly surprising.