Subterranean homesick alien

I'm feeling a little homesick this afternoon. I'm not sure what brought it on — all this supremacist talk from the Republicans, the sight of old photos on facebook, my inability to fly at the moment — but I'm feeling very ET-phone-home all of a sudden. I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often, to be honest. To deal with this (or maybe just to sink into it further) I just went to Myers of Keswick and bought the following: two packets of twiglets, one packet of hobknobs, some Heinz spaghetti, a Cornish pasty, two packets of Walkers crisps and a bulk-buy of Caramel bars. All I need to do is find Shadowlands on TV and I'll be all set.