In 3 weeks time I’ll be a University student, studying Creative & Professional Writing and English. I must say I’m extremely excited. I’m looking forward to morning lectures with a Costa Coffee (thankfully we have one on the campus) and also the chance to meet new people who also have an interest in writing. I don’t actually know anyone else who wants to be a writer, so it will be good to have conversations about wanting to be the next ‘Stephanie Myer’s’.

I had to inform the assistant manager at work about my University plans. I have a feeling she doesn’t want me to leave, as she didn’t seem very pleased about the news. I could quite possibly change my contract to 8 hours, as the extra money per week would be a great help (plus, I want to keep my discount!) but a few girls will be leaving to continue with their studies, so after September the manager will be desperate for new staff. The only people who seem to be applying are 16-18 year olds, only willing to work weekends. I on the other hand have been flexible, so with me either leaving or only working the odd evening will more than likely cause a bit of frustration. The job itself is beginning to annoy me as 1) I seem to do everything, whilst the managers scoff custard creams in the staff room 2) 4.77 an hour is daylight robbery AND 3) The kitchen smells like mould and people leave teabags everywhere!

My life seems to have consisted have work, work, work over the summer. On the positive side, I have kept myself busy, therefore my insanity disappeared. I earned enough money to pay for my New York flight; meaning a fantastic start to the New Year. My boyfriend works in the same shopping centre, so we see each other a lot more. On the negative side I haven’t been on many exciting road trips, as I haven’t had the time. I’m tired and seem to be sleeping a lot more (zzzzzzzzzzzzz) and I’ve actually gone off clothes (shocking for a fashion addict) as I’m unpacking, hanging and picking dresses from off the floor 24/7. However, my craving for coffee and muffins has increasing as I have to pass at least 3 coffee shops on the way to work. Most times I simply cannot resist the smell of the freshly baked almond cakes. Simply delightful.

I think I am officially the clumsiest person in the world. I’ll tell you why…

It was a lovely warm summer evening, sat in my boyfriend’s sister’s garden, surrounded by the smell of sausages, burgers and the sound of laugher. I was innocently sitting there, enjoying my plate of pasta, when a horrible wasp decided to attack me. A few waves of the arms and high pitched squeals later, the damn thing STUNG my finger. So of course, in a frantic panic my plate full of food fell on the floor (thankfully the golden retriever seemed to enjoy gobbling up the mess) in total embarrassment, I headed towards the house to swill my finger underneath the cold tap. But on the way to the door, I dropped my fork onto an old mans foot!!!! Thankfully he saw the funny side of it, I however couldn’t stop apologizing, whilst my cheeks turned ruby red. After soothing the pain of the wasp sting, I sat in the bathroom for a few moments (to hide from everyone) Once ready to face the world, I headed back outside to get a drink, only to then SPILL the majority of the jug over and soak the whole table!!! I cannot believe how clumsy I was being! I hadn’t even had a glass of wine! Hmmm, and to make matters worse I swore in front of a vicar, Oh dear…