Finally it feels like Spring is here and the long, drawn-out and depressing Winter months are coming to an end. Today it felt warmer than I can remember for a while, there were people sat out in the Piazza at lunchtime and it you stood in the window and looked outside you could almost imagine it being Summer again, as much of a deeply scary thought it is that a year has gone by so damn quickly.

Here are Giles and Dave in Xananas, demonstrating the photo they took of the head injury that I sustained on Saturday night to Matt.

The doctor said it was healing fine, but it might leave a scar. Although being on my hairline you could argue that it doesn't matter too much, unless my hair drops out. It will take a couple of weeks to get better too, which means two weeks of not quite knowing what to do with my hair until then.

But it's Spring now, and it's been a lovely Sunny St Davids Day (yay, Google!) so I mustn't complain. Instead I will go to bed.