My mum and dad are saying that I'm not eating enough meat, it's breakfast and they are offering me some left over chicken curry which they say will go off if I don't eat it , I say I don't need to eat meat everyday, my mum leads me outside she is getting into the car, there is a magazine she is criticising, because they are all waffling. Not being true.
I'm back in Sheffield, on greystones avenue , the road behind my parents road. We are looking for a way round the back. I walk up, counting the numbers. All of a sudden the numbers go strange. Out of count. It's a sign. I hear Simon's voice in my head saying, it's when the houses drop back from the road, this is where you have to go round the back and have to find a way to join up with your parents place.
My dad reminds me that I gave him snuff once. He didn't particularly like it, but it shifted something in him.
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