The day so far had gone fairly normal. Harry was out, Sam was out (not that that's a bad thing) and Mr and Mrs Brown were also out so I was home by myself.

There's actually not that much to do in such a big house so I decide to hunt around and actually find out what other rooms they have.

I walk into the lounge, surprisingly I have never been in here yet, and flop onto the couch and turn the telly on.

WHO THE FUDGE ARE THESE PEOPLE! They have like a gazillion channels.

I flick through the channels until I found what I was looking for, Nickelodeon. Yeah, I'm a little kid at heart.

Had a mini fan girl attack when I saw that Spongebob was on.

"Face it Spongebob, you're not going to get your licence!" I yell at the television.

By now you're probably VERY confused. Just to clarify, I talk when I want to, I talk to make other people happy and I talk when I think it is needed. In this case, it was all three of the reasons. Telling Spongebob that he is never going to get his licence is indeed needed, it makes me happy and I want to, so yeah.

Spongebob finishes and some other show comes on.

I flick through the other 9,999,999,999,999 channels. Nothing to exiting.

I settle on a border security marathon, always gets me laughing my butt off.

Just as border security ends Martin walks in.

"Hey, Harry home?" he asks.

I shake my head.

"Watcha doing then?"

I point to the blank television screen.

"Ah, well, if your not to busy watching a blank screen then would you like to have a guided tour around the city, knowing Harry he probably hasn't done that yet?"

I nod, getting up and grabbing my phone.

"Touristy or non touristy tour?" he asks holding up both hands. I point to the second hand: non touristy.

"I don't actually live round here, I live closer to the centre of London," he says, "but I'm over here most of the time anyway."

He shows me the milkbar, newsagent, the newly refurbished mall and the library. We sit on the curb eating ice-cream and counting the cars that pass.

Hours fly by, just sitting, talking, laughing. Reminds me of old times, before everything went wrong.

The sun starts to come down and Martin says that we should head back home now, the streets start to get rough at night.