In America they say progress differently. It's odd. But if you had asked me this time last year if I would be sat on a sofa in Chicago stuffing Twinkies in my mouth and drinking lemonade (it's different here...no bubbles...) out of a dinosaur shaped sippy cup I would have told you to bugger off.
So what does progress look like? Progress looks like the cardboard skeleton of a mask. Sarah took some pictures of me hacking away at the cardboard armed with left-handed (I am right-handed) scissors and a roll of sticky tape. It was just like Blue Peter.
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