Long phonecall and end of Fernyland

Chatted to my friend J on the phone last night, odd really that I have stayed with him three times, talk to him on msn every day for the best part of three years and yet I have never had a good chat on the phone. I did last night for he is moving out of his flat, affectionately called Fernyland, where I first stayed with him about a year and a half ago. He met me at the airport, sitting on the bench wearing a red fleece. He greeted me with a hug and it was the first time I had heard his voice, a thick Yorkshire accent. We walked back to the car only to discover that he hadn't payed his parking ticket so he left me in Big V (what I called his car) and went back to the building to pay it. It was such a big adventure for me, going there, meeting him, going back to his home, seeing all around the place, learning more about him.

His move was kinda decided for him, the owners gave him notice and today was his last day. I feel so sad as does he, after talking to him I so wished I could have been there today to help, he hasn't been well, I could hear his voice different because of the cough or tail end of the flu thing he had. Oh I so wanted to hug him and just tell him things would be better.

I dunno why I took todays photo, I was on a building site and walked down the stairs and just seen it, something in my head or heart told me to take it, it just looked so alone, so isolated I only took one shot and this was it.

Took the kids to see the movie Knowing, so funny to see them jump at the jumpy bits, cover their ears when it all gets loud or they thing there is another jumpy bit coming or in H's case cover her eyes and pretend that she is sleeping.