Days 13-14 (June 19-20) - Emma, Zach and Jerry

Woke up on sunday morning with a massive headache and an empty KFC box in front of my face on a too small couch without a clue where I was or how I got there. Then Alex appeared from a pile of blankets on the other couch and I realised that I could at least find my way back to Julias place. We walked out and got a bus to the nearest tube station which turned out to be on the exact opposite side of London to where I wanted to be and went our separate ways. Arrived back at Julias with just enough time to buy my coach ticket and say goodbye, but not to change or shower, before heading back out to get to Victoria station to get a coach to Southampton, which at least gave me a chance to get an hours sleep before I met Emma, and then shortly thereafter my nephew Zach who I hadn't met before and Jerry, probably looking slightly the worse for wear.

Lazed around there house in Hedge End the rest of the day, its a very nice house, Jerry seems like a cool guy and we bonded over sport. Zach was apparently in a bad mood as he had a cold but he had moments of happiness and friendliness and seems nice (can there be such a thing as a not nice baby?). Emma has transformed since I last saw her into the picture of a perfect mum and we spent the day catching up, playing some iPod scrabble (which could take up a dangerous amount of my time if I get regular wifi) and watching England get knocked out of the U21 football world cup.

Slept in the next morning to catch up from saturday night and had a really creepy dream where I was stuck at work doing my usual thing but also was completely aware that it was a dream and I was actually in Emmas house in England but couldn't wake myself up and meanwhile my boss was getting angrier and forcing me to work (See, if you didn't think this blog was crap before, now I'm describing dreams). Eventually I woke up and spent about an hour playing around with Skype for the first real time before emerging and spending the day either playing with Zach (who was a lot happier and doesn't seem, possibly being too young to know better, to dislike his Uncle Hugh... which I can still totally not see myself as) and Emma or watching the latest couple of episodes of Game of Thrones while Emma read (this house has a huge and incredibly impressive array of books) and Zach napped.

When Jerry got home he took me with him to play football with his mates, it is slightly appalling how much my fitness has dropped off after 2 weeks of drinking and eating and no exercise but I managed to hold my own, which was nice as an Australian playing football (the soccer kind) with poms, and scored a couple of goals.

After football we arrived back to Emma having cooked dinner (she really has become a very competent woman) and got shown some crazy, and unnecessarily graphic, English reality TV show about obscenely fat people who wanted surgery or had had surgery and had massive skin flaps or (and yes, this is a thing) couldn't find their genitalia. You would think if you started having problems finding yourself you should probably start dieting or think about taking up an eating disorder (well, if your that fat you probably have one, but one of the thin making ones instead of the cake eating ones).