Falmouth

The most random 'the return to Falmouth blip' ever.

Unfortunately I hadn't unpacked at all, so hadn't got any cameras out. This meant at 3am I remembered I needed a blip, whereby Harry decided he hated having his picture taken, so instead here's him holding a christmas present of his - a frickin' amazing day-calendar of fonts.

Spent the day traveling down, the late-afternoon on Helen's bed playing Wii and watching a film, and then the evening down the Stannary followed by Harry's flat with him and George. It's like I never left - straight back into the standard routine.