🛬 Back home
I returned from Madeira today, and just arrived back home - I'm spent.
My brother got off the plane and said I need a pie so we had lunch at Pieminister (listening to Blur 🇬🇧) before I waved him off on his drive home.
I worry about him driving. Not because he's bad but because I'm scared. We're not a very demonstrative family - he told me once about how he'd started saying I love you to our parents when he left, but dad sort of laughed it off - he started because his friend's dad died and they'd had a conversation about how he wished he'd said it more. That made me feel so touched and melancholy at the same time.
My brother said I love you as he walked out the door, but he was gone before I said it back. I think he knows, though.