i’ll get to the bit about the dog later on but first of all i need to share…something amazing happened yesterday. i actually enjoyed university! i know, groundbreaking stuff right?! my performance group and i met to begin devising a piece for our assessment at the end of this term, and had the most engaging debate i’ve had so far this year at uni. i really had forgotten what it feels like to enjoy my time in class, and to feel excited at the prospect of working creatively and academically. losing grandma last year hit my ability to focus at university hard. my concentration is only just getting back to where it was before she passed, and it’s been so difficult to care about little things like poems and themes and genres, and about what this critic said about that author’s book. to feel even the tiniest bit enthused about my course feels like such a huge thing, so i’m pretty pleased right now :) hooray for wonderful university chums who make me remember why i started this course in the first place!

aside from all this university-related happiness, yesterday i had one of those ‘oh my goodness how am i so skint already it’s only the first week of the month’ moments. it’s horrifying. and i’ve not even spent money on fun stuff (aside from a nice candle or three), i’ve just made lots of mini trips to the supermarket that’ve racked up far quicker than i’d have liked. so enough is enough, and jason and i are now fasting until spring hits. well, not really, but i am going to make that rather unnecessarily large food shop i did yesterday last us a while ;)

speaking of food, jason and i (plus ted) went over to my ma’s for dinner last night. it was lush. as much as i really do enjoy cooking, sometimes a night off is wonderful! jason was extra chuffed with his supper of sausages and mash too, because the night before i’d had the nerve to serve him baked camembert for dinner which was not enough for a hungry man! ;) oh and also, i went over to mum’s with my hair in plaits, and she made her classic ‘oh hi there, heidi’ joke. i asked her if she’ll make that joke every time i wear my hair in plaits, and she said yes. i guess it’s good to be clear.

p.s. that’s a picture of ted doing his daily ‘call the rspca, i’m stuck under the dishwasher’ act. i think it might just be my new favourite photo of that little man. don’t let those mournful eyes fool you though, because earlier in the day he hopped up on the sofa whilst jason and i were upstairs, and chewed my asthma inhaler to pieces. i think that dog might be trying to do me in…

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