The flame has been extinguished. Fatigue has hit me hard. My head is pounding, my eyelids are heavy, my limbs like lead. I even resorted to a large slice of sweet tiramisu cake in a desperate attempt at sugar high energy. But I've met my match in my own self.

I'm completely drained. It's like I've been doing sets of stair climbing and the blood is still pounding in my head except that I haven't done anything more vigorous than 30 minutes on the exer-cycle! Months of planning for a camp has led to my wishing that Monday would come sooner and I'd only have to worry about packing my bags and jumping on the bus to Singapore.

3 more weeks before I'm back in the cold dreariness and English rain. So soon? Where has time gone?