it's me. your sam.

I forgot. My password. Barely a week here, and I bloody forgot it. Has that happened to anyone else? Y'know, in such a short period of time? I know my memory's not the best, but that post-it was supposed to be my back-up plan! But it's gone the way of my favorite socks and that nice mug I got for my dad last Christmas. It's just gone. Argh!

Erm, but, yes. I think a few of you tried to talk to me on my last post. I'm so sorry I'm such a dunce, otherwise I'd've replied and all that! So. Hello again? Have some bloopers to make up for my extreme idiocy. There you are.

And YOU. SAMUEL. You've been keeping secrets from me, you rotter!

Blimey. World's really going to pot, isn't it? Sort of sad, you know. It's been a long winter. Spring's finally here, and everybody's too busy killing each other to really take notice. Some things never change, I s'pose.

Right, well. I'm Elinor, he's Samwise. If ever you feel the need to drink away your sorrows in this troubling time, Dad and I have got a pub in Hackney called Rosie's. ... No relation to Rosie Cotton, but now that it occurs to me, that is a bit ironic. Anyway! You're all very welcome. Just... don't go starting any trouble, yeah?

( I can't carry it for you... but I can carry you. )