Got let out for good behaviour. Just as I’d started to talk to my fellow inmates. As I was leaving a very feisty Nigerian girl from my ward called Latifat went into labour. Maybe she has brought a new person into the world by now. It is tiring being back home. Even after a day I notice the difference. But never has roast chicken tasted so good, my sofa been so comforting and the in-laws been so very welcome. They had built Lucas’s new dinosaur bedroom by the time I got back, from flat pack to reality. Predictably he didn’t want to sleep in it having got used to the luxury king size leather bed in the spare room so I am in it. Oh well. Off to the land of prehistoric raaaa as it says on my duvet cover. Trying to ignore the rather too regular tightenings that tell me things may be on the move.