Its now 7.12am, and oddly enough, today felt like a school morning. Just as it was last year, I woke up at 6.30am or so, brushed my teeth, showered, had my usual schooldays-style breakfast (consisting of shaved ham, scrambled eggs and a toast). It unnerved me quite a bit that returning to camp could feel like that - sure, I didn't enjoy the mornings in JC either, but it was generally a good period of my life, and I'm rather cross that this encounter is intercrossing with that. Silly me for thinking that much - but I just do.