Dear Helen of Troy,

school has been unshy about the way it is rolling into a gigantic boulder and i've barely had the time for much with the already much governing this month.

At his wake i saw his face and i could barely recognise him. Father i pray that as they walk away from today they would travel as far as their legs would carry them while still carrying a part of him. Sometimes i think the two things, like many others, can hardly co-exist.

Rumble.

Of the recent shows, this has struck me the most. I loved her escape.

My Fair Lady. I'm still humming the songs.

All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair; Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Lots of choc'late for me to eat; Lots of coal makin' lots of heat.
Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet, Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Oh, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still!
I would never budge 'til Spring crept over my window sill.
Someone's head restin' on my knee; Warm and tender as he can be,
Who takes good care of me; Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly.