Welcome to the Hellmouth

Am back. Despite its less than auspicious name, Hell's Mouth is actually a really nice place, and now that I've seen the caravan I'm really looking forward to disappearing down there odd weekends for a break. It's bigger than my flat, and kitted out better... The only thing it doesn't have is internet access. This could actually be achieved, given assistance from the people who own the site and a powerline network, but I can't see it happening. Nice pipedream though...

I'm just normalising the chemical balance in my brain, I haven't had a cigarette since early Saturday morning, and I could *feel* the tension and paranoia rising. Now I'm calm and collected, a little sleepy, and have the internet back at my disposal, so happiness reigns.