This week has been mental. Seriously, my diary looks like a novel the amount that has been scribbled in it over the past seven days. That's not to say that it hasn't been awesome; just that in terms of progress on work/ dissertation, well, there wasn't any. But hey ho!
After my lovely meal on Tuesday (see previous post) Wednesday was pretty manic. My dad decided upon the most awkward day to come and visit for the night with his friend to do a bar crawl, and I thought it would be rude not to take advantage of a few free drinks and lunch. I met them both in The Park pub at about 1.30pm, but skipped a drink as I arrived when they had basically finished their

It was getting towards half three so I skipped off into town to pick up a few things before going to rehearsals. I left early so that I had time to get ready for my social that night
The majority of Thursday was spent in bed, although I did cram in a cheeky gym session in the afternoon, which I was very proud of. Friday saw an early start to prepare for my friend Charlotte's 21st, as I had offered up my house so there would be much more space for gallavanting in the evening, and also more beds for friends from home to stay. I spent my day making lots of cakes and decorating them with different toppings, putting up banners, blowing up balloons and generally prettifying my house ready for the crowd to descend. It was awesome t
It was probably the most people I've had in my house at once, but everyone seemed to have a great time, and the cakes got a good writeup. We headed to Sugar in different groups as some people had guestlist places, and partied the night away!
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