Sigh. After a week at my dad's, during which I have relaxed, lost count of the number of hugs I've had from my little brother and planned to dye my hair red (photos upcoming asap), I am returning home tomorrow.

I did try to get hold of a few photos of Oxford architecture (and Tolkien's grave), but we never got enough time to go round it all. Well, we did, but when we finally got a bit of spare time, my knee decided to play up and left me in too much agony to walk any distance.

Why is the NHS so useless? Oh, stupid question. Blame the government. Blame them!