Picture: Bower Ashton reception. Credit to GinkgoProjects, as I’m nowhere near talented enough to take a picture like this.
Somehow, three years of university have flown by and today marks my final official day of lectures.
Although, we have been in a tutorial period for some time. Ahem.
I came to Bristol back in 2014 with the entire Wilko Student Essentials range and a Skins-esque lifestyle in mind.
OK, so while I’m far too boring to have realised this – how did they manage to party so much? – it’s been a real blast.
(Note: I still have some of my 99p cutlery, win win).
Photo: Weirdly enough, I found this graffiti in central Bristol.
While grey skies and the occasional storm may fool you, the beginning of March usually signifies that summer is right around the corner.
In a matter of weeks – usually later this month – high street stores up and down the country will start stocking shorts and sandals, despite a usually rainy April.
Does anyone else feel like they blinked and missed February?
Well, we’ve made it to the end. Phew. I hope you managed to make it the Fab Feb we were all hoping for.
Before we manage to muddle our way into March however, there’s one last treat in-store.
Because it’s only flipping Pancake Day!
Another year, another
Happy Valentine’s Day.
And guess what? Another day spent single.
Don’t get me wrong, I bear no ill-will towards being single, I’m stubborn as hell and as yet haven’t found a girl that enjoys cheese or houmous as much as I do.
Plus, I find the whole ‘shower the person you love with gifts for only one day’ thing a bit cliché too.
So it’s a good thing I don’t have to worry about it, right?
(Note: The word ‘fab’ doesn’t usually feature in my vocabulary, but on this occasion I’ll allow it. Besides, the title sounds great.)
Two posts in one day? I’m sure there’s a phrase about buses I could relate to this..
Far enough from Christmas for that festive bloat to go down, yet close enough for coughing, colds and chronic summer blues.
The likelihood is that unless you were born in this gloomy second month (and on behalf of your parents, I’m truly sorry), February probably isn’t your favourite.