picture this; it's me your girl, sitting down at my desk with a hefty glass of iced coffee (oat milk, obviously) with the intentions of preparing for a deep MacBook cleanse. Waving adios to the abyss of university documents aptly named ‘finalfinalfinal’, or ‘print this jen, you idiot’ and feeling a tingly sense of freedom with every neglected safari tab I close.
Well hello there, I feel like I'm ridiculously late with this post but, I hope you've all had a wonderful month this March. I took March with a pinch of salt, because that means I'm around two months away from finishing my degree entirely and that makes me feel feel like I'm going to excited wee and simultaneously nervous vomit at the same time.
Well, looks like my last post jinxed us, sorry folks. Lets just scratch everything I said about signs of Spring and try to embrace this awful cold one last time shall we? Yet again, British weather is making a liar out of me and that last outfit was quietly tucked back into my spring drawer, no questions asked. I swear this weather is getting more unpredictable than trying to guess who is going to let the cat out of the bag with Phelan on Corrie?