I had a dream the other night - one of those random, staccato edited MTV style dreams with no real purpose or plot continuity - in which there was a scene where I travelled back to Glasgow by train and was met by some friends, but as I walked down the platform at the station I found the entire experience of going home very emotionally overwhelming and I cried.

I think I need to get home soon. It's been eight months, the longest stretch away thus far since we moved here in 2001.