See – MotoGP from Estoril. I’m supposed to be going to see Jay to go walking but in my family everything waits until the bikes are finished. I think he understands this. He even appears to agree with it. Must be a keeper.
Taste – An illicit Aero biscuit. Okay… two illicit Aero biscuits.
Hear- The sounds of home. Bikes. Tumble dryer. Small boys in the garden kicking the shit out of each other.
Feel- Guilt. Default parental state.
Smell – Fabric softener. Chilli con Soya. Fear.