I keep wanting to say something to let you know I'm still alive and so forth, but I've got absolutely nothing of interest to say. I'm going to see White Rose Movement tonight and they're going to be AMAZING. Dad's on Dr. Who again tomorrow night. It's my birthday in a week and a bit, which is sort of strange. It doesn't feel like a year since the last one. It's too hot, but you'll have noticed that. I wish summers came with storms. You see? I've got nothing whatsoever to say. Much love, though.