I’m getting so fed up with all this reading and revising and studying. Seriously. How I’d love to spend a few days somewhere a bit more southern. Away from everything. I almost live by bread alone. (And tea, but that’s quite obvious ’cause we’re talking about me.)
Oh well, just a couple more weeks, I’ll make it, right?
But there’s Hans Zimmer. And Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, a chance of letter writing, spiced chai and dark chocolate. In the end I seem to have nothing to worry about!