I was unpacking my car, walking up the flight of stairs to the flat where I realised I was carrying my TAFE diploma in one hand, a half full bottle of baileys in the other and my travelling backpack slung around my shoulder. I think those three items, strangely in a way, sums up the last couple of years I spent at 'the grove'. Good times...

Although I sure am glad to be outta of that energy sapping house with its errie bad ghost laden aura. brr.