Though swaddling myself in blankets and jumpers on a day that doesn’t dip below 20 degree C is vaguely pathetic, this is what I feel like doing. A cup of milky tea, an artfully placed but obviously deeply profound piece of literature and being lovingly drowned by some blankets of sentimental value. Alas this is not my reality and I am in fact not gloriously swaddled like an adorable adult baby – I’m at uni. Which isn’t bad, its just not as comfy.
This kind of day
rebecca worth 