April 16th 2012, 6:46Pm

Home, Bradford.

There is nothing quite like it. You return home from your first day back at work to discover a letter from your mortgage provider on your doorstep. My mortgage is going up by £300 a year. How wonderful.

It is a tough time. Joanne is running out of things to do and the events of the last month have started hitting her hard. She is going on a retreat to my parents place on Wednesday to escape from Bradford, but it isn't all bad news, because she is taking Sophie with her and I can play PS3 for a couple of days! Wish I could afford Mass Effect 3.

The misery is punctuated by good times though. We went for a lovely meal at Hanq's Diner yesterday, and last Friday I went to Todmorden and Hebden with my old friend Alan. We touched the 'lucky dog of Tod', drank in a few nice pubs and a few shit ones, met another old friend, then went to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere (AKA: Howarth) and had a drink there as well. Somehow we managed to get back in Bradford in time for the last train, but it was cancelled so Alan ended up on my couch that night. Great day. Great day.

I can hear Joanne upstairs right now, laughing and playing with Sophie. Even though she is hurting so much, she is a brilliant wife and mother. I can't express how proud I am and how much I love her.