The Last Post (posted by Lewis)
Back from popular Scandinavian retailer, full of meatballs, and with three stools (white) and one table (dark blue). Now we are sat waiting - though not on the stools unfotunately as we are shy of a phillips screwdriver and a spanner. Will has been trying to use his fingers - but the lad's hands are just too big for such a fiddly job. It all starts tomorrow. We all feel in limbo - waiting to go into battle. Just waiting for the whistle to blow. We've sharpened our bayonets, written the final letters / poems home, checked our boots for holes and all learnt "the last post" on the harmonica (much to the annoyance of the neighbours). Waiting.