I am looking forward to the summer and being brown and bare feet in the sand. Missing you, my "I'm so sorry I can't be there, you have all my thoughts." Seeing you again and all those colours to dance with. Travelling and staying put. Barcelona. Tarragona. Pamplona. (Bully's gonna get ya!) Spain rocks.

We are looking for a new house but before we find one, there is a man downstairs called Mr. Blair who has to get to know ours first... I don't think he's any relation so I'll put the eggs away for now.

For the duration, I am still and still thinking about you and still writing even though it doesn't all appear here.

In tribute to the birthday girl, I finish on a joke...
What did the inflatable teacher say to the inflatable boy when he brought a pin into the inflatable school?
You've let me down, you've let yourself down but worst of all you've let the whole school down...

I'll get my coat. See you in September.