I shouldn't tell you that I'm writing this on Saturday morning, a mere 6 hours before it will be sent off, whilst eating blueberries and marvelling at the colour they turn my tongue. I'm still in my pyjamas. This week has been a strange one, a one where things were undone and too much was said. A week where I didn't look up as much as I perhaps should have, a week of missing the ocean. I'm astonished at how quickly the time unravels—soon it will be May, soon September. I'm wondering why I have such as serious case of