The brother.

He thinks his cool or summin'.... just cos he's got SOME skillz.

It's an Epidemic.

Just breathe.

In the past 3 weeks, I've said four goodbyes. Two funerals and two mission goodbyes. In the last year I've said an additional seven. Don't get me wrong, I know it's only goodbye for now but they still suck. I will very much and already do miss every single one of them. I know they're all in a better place doing great things and I'll see them again but it still makes me sad.

What's even worse is the goodbye's haven't finished. Another mission call has come, he's leaving me in late January and my best friend is waiting patiently by the mail box for his.

And please, no more funerals.

Just breathe.

The Last Days.

Alas, it's my second last day of what has been an amazing adventure before I have to go back to Australia and I'm lying rugged up in a blanket, woolly scarves and socks on the couch, tissue box, a warm lemon honey, Lemsips and Lockets on the floor beside me. It's horrible. But so is the weather outside anyway.

It will not, however, stop me from going to Imogen Heap's "Love the Earth" show at the Royal Albert Hall tonight. I am determined. I don't care if I'm dying. I don't care if I'm contagious. I'm going.

Buckingham Palace??

I tell you what, the "change of guards ceremony" at the Buckingham Palace is something comical.

Picture this: guards dressed in bulbous, black small-platformed shoes shined to mirror image perfection, black pinstriped trousers with hems two inches too high (lovely grey socks), tall furry black hats that rippled with every movement (depending on their rank), marching to a mixture of Elton John, Les Miserables and The Lion King performed by the band, their arms amusingly swinging at almost a perfect 180 degrees, 80 bpm's (really, quite unnecessary).