30. ALISTAIR
My return to the UK is under a damp drizzle that freezes my bones. You have to believe that a few months in slightly milder latitudes made me forget the unattractive weather in my native country. To celebrate my return, I invited my parents to a restaurant. I can clearly see that the joy of seeing me again is coloured by the reproaches they have for me. In particular that of having stayed too long away from them, for a reason that they don’t quite understand. If only they knew I’m about to disappoint them again... I chose one of those chic restaurants, where a shirt is required, but not imposed either. My parents love this kind of place. I feel more comfortable at the local pub, or at the Café de la Place. We have just settled down, I see a young woman come in, she’s wearing ripped jeans
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