I've been living out of this here suitcase...

Alas, I'm home.

Mexico was, as one would expect, really, really hot (42 degrees) and really, really exciting. Note, if you will, the use of exceptional adjectives. Anyway. Most of the time was spent on the beach, or wandering aimlessly around Mexican towns. The latter, in fact, was the best part - I love being a tourist and exploring the culture, camera in hand. So much more entertaining than sitting by the pool, drinking tequila and singing Queen songs, as so many of young British men seemed to enjoy.

As is tradition, I bought a variety of tacky and useless souvenirs for various friends. Even Marshall, though I could hear, in the back of my mind, Ben screaming "Noooooo! Don't do it!".

And when we returned, we descended through a million miles of thick rain clouds. Though, as I understand it, if you were travelling today that would have been the least of your worries; our eyebrows may raise at the state of the government, or whatever else everyone likes to complain about (having been away, I'm not sure which complaint is in fashion en ce moment) but a pretty enormous terrorist threat was foiled today. Perhaps, when I leave school, I'll consider a career in espionage? No. I'm too much of a wimp, really.

I returned to find that an article I had written has actually been published, and pride ensued. However minor it is, it's still something. And to think some teenagers spend their holidays setting fire to old ladies, and terrorising town centres. Then I went to sit-in at the morning show on BBC Radio Suffolk - so I'm taking experience in every way, shape and form, whenever I can. The day I return from holiday? No problem, I'll be there...

The cricket season is nearly over and done with. But we're enjoying it whilst it lasts. Yesterday afternoon I was at Culford, watching us draw with Lincolnshire. It felt strangely familiar: the Jefferson brothers were there, with their exuberant hair and lovely, lovely Lincolnshire accents. There were a few absences: Uma wasn't around, but with Lali who was playing in a squash competition in Vienna.

But Ben Harris' brother! Oh my God, he is the best-looking boy I have ever seen. Ever. So much blonde hair. Jeffa seemed to find it highly amusing, then slightly offensive:

"He's not better looking than me, is he?"

"Damn right he is!"

Cue some sulking...

It's good to be home.