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Mum and dad gone on holiday. They stayed up all night packing, then mum set off the fire alarm with a boiling pan, then they woke me up at 3:30am when they were actually leaving, and dad left the landing light on. Didn't get much sleep yesterday. But day one going well so far. I got slightly less excited about the two weeks' of having the house when I thought about how likely it is my sister might call me up on one of the weekends and ask if 'I could have the kids for just a bit'. I'm planning to be Out to put off the chance of that happening. Tomorrow is quite easy, because they're having a comics festival in Leeds, and Sunday they're supposed to be with their dad. It's not going to be quite a restful as I hoped two weekends with the house to myself would be, but I have to go food shopping anyway, so hey ho.

Yesterday as I was sat on my train home, waiting for it to leave the station, another train pulled out past me with the destination of 'mystery excursion'. I have never been so jealous to not be on a train.

The back of the train said 'Blackpool North', but I still prefer to think of it as a mystery. You can't always trust the back of trains.