Living back at home, though only for a short while is still pretty harsh. It's so good of my parents to put-up with a loser like me, but still. It comes with all the old trappings and embarrassments. The other day my mother being nice asked if I wanted some of my clothes washed. She picked-up a hooded top from the floor of my room. Out fell two black leather gloves. She just said, "Oh!!" Didn't even question why the fuck I was wearing leather gloves in summer. Hahahah!! And for that matter a hooded top..
Went to Runton, there was no surf.. Pooo!! Been doing trigonometric calculus.