Sometimes the sad sneaks up on you.
But at least there are puppy cuddles and grandmothers.
Apparently there are normal tables as a requirement for sleep, and they were left behind.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us…
All the happiness and proud: my course Pass and Success Rates up by 18%; my favourite people with secure places at Uni; celebration dinner; and a happy little monster without a name.
I’m not sure how I feel.
Mostly at the moment it just feels like things are in the wrong places and my home isn’t mine.
It’s a beautiful day, so different from the rain of the last few days.
A perfect mill pond, useless for sailing.
Beautiful but eventful, you can tell it’s the end of camp because people are starting to kick off.
An evening introduction to a game has also given me an understanding as to why my friend would get stressed and not be able to play, and everyone else wouldn’t understand – it’s a colour blind thing.