I sit in the college library, waiting for Future Law Firm people who I should not be blogging about.

It smells just the same; of books and computers and tiredness. The last time I was in here was February the 17th when I walked out of my exam, too sick to care, and cried in the library as I emailed OldTutor.

I spot a familiar face, an Old Housemate, who approaches me.

"Billygean?!" He says.

"Yes..." I say. Am I that changed?

"Sorry -" he says. "The hair and glasses confused me."

And the smug air of someone having come through a chronic illness, I think to myself.

"How have you been - weren't you a bit ill earlier in the year?" he says.

I smile to myself. "Yes I was," I say.