There’s no better way of celebrating of receiving confirmation that immigration restrictions have been lifted than sitting down and spending most of the weekend reading David Peace’s Red Riding Quartet is there? I was feeling homesick, so I read over a thousand pages of despair, misery, and murder. Last time, it was Watching, which at least was supposed to be a comedy.

Anyway, yes, I have a new green card, all conditions removed, and it makes things more permanent. Of course, buying a house whilst under the possibility of facing deportation was probably not a great idea, but it seemed likely that I’d be allowed to stay. Hurrah for that, then.

And to welcome me into the ranks of America, we then had our mower stolen. As well as other things which cast something of a pall over the week, but oh well.

Despite all that, looking forward to being back home at Christmas. If Bonnie doesn’t kill me for being too FESTIVE. But you can never be too festive!