The inevitable end to the easter holidays are here. Unfortunately no matter how many bank holidays there are in April/May, we have to go back to uni. Not that I mind being back at uni, it's just the effort it takes to go back. Firstly, there's all the washing I bought back - surely I don't even own that many items of clothing, let alone need to haul them back up to london. Then there's the food shop, it's almost as if the family don't think there are shops in London.
This leaves me in a predicament. It is easiest to get back by train, but then I have to haul my worldly belongings across the tube. Or a coach, but there is only one per day and it leaves at 9am. So I take the only option left, a lift from the old man. A unique experience in which political correctness is left behind, and all of my dads innermost thoughts come out. I'm not exactly sure why they are saved for car trips, he could rant at any time. So an hour and a half later we arrive.
Do you know what? There is no way I would rather get back.
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