You’d think that with the sheer number of episodes of The Great British Bake Off that I’ve watched, I would know how to prevent the one cardinal sin of baking.
Three years of studying = 1 piece of paper (2 if you count the transcript, 3 if you include the nice letter in the envelope too) + 6 letters after my name.
I’ve spent several hours on Skype laughing over the last two nights, and it has been absolutely glorious.
How do you measure whether something is a success?
I had a thing I was going to mention tonight, but I have forgotten what it was.
CHRISTMAS HAS ARRIVED.
Because I am a perfect daughter, I gave up my precious time doing nothing this afternoon to go and sharpen pencils and put erasers into boxes outside her office.
DID A PODCAST TONIGHT.
I barely know what I’m doing at the end of tomorrow, yet I’m sorting things out for two months down the line. Finding a skirt for Graduation is more difficult than you’d think.
I got to go back on my beloved photo department today at work, which is always a constant joy.