Through the curtains

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!


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