I now own a Little Black Dress and stockings. I’m a grown-up, you know.
I’m at home, and have been for almost a week now. I’ll invite you to imagine that I’ve just written a paragraph about how this is; your guesses are probably about right.* I’ll also invite you to guess at how my work is going from the number of baked goods I have produced (five) and the number of hours I’ve spent talking to George (too many/not enough). But I’m spending time with family and old friends, and my head’s in a good place, so that will have to do for now. and I have just been looking at one of the essays which carries 12.5% of my final degree, so really, I’m making a start.
*this approach rather defeats blogging as a general concept. C-, must try harder.