Hi, Arthur.
Nothing really significant happened today, unless you count Gwaine sitting on Percival's shoulders and scoring a perfect hit on the rubbish bin with a ball of paper. He, by the way, is captaining the football team in your absence. They're still doing really well, but it's a bit more chaotic. I'm sorry I can't tell you the details, I don't know much about football.
I'm really not the right person to be updating you on your life, but I guess it's too late now.
Gwen is fine. She has been holding your hand today, as she does every day. In school she's still great, with all that's going on, she's still miles better than me at trigonometry. Trigonometry, by the way, is still shit. I feel sorry for you having to go through all of this stuff when you wake up, but then I suppose we're lucky you'll be able to. They say your brain is doing fine, it's just not ready to wake up yet.
And in my own life, just to give you an update, people you don't know said and did things you couldn't give less of a fuck about.
M.