Exam Week

And the final exam I will ever sit at St Andrews waits on the horizon - insisting on ruining some of my life.

In other news... Metamorphoses Metamorphses Metamorphoses. Daily rehearsals and hours crawling around a now all too familiar swimming pool in Edinburgh (our 'stage' for the edinburgh festival) leaves me smelling of chlorine, eyes smarting and my head full of constant deliberations over how to make a physical creative dance of the beginning of the world - while emerging from a 10 metre pool. (It's harder than it sounds..)

Apologies for the lack of vocabulary/inspiration/useful thoughts in this blog - I return to Article 8 of the European convention of Human Rights and will maybe write you some profound thoughts on it once my exam is over and it seems important and not just boring again.