So I have finished my job, moved house and am now on the bus to Glastonbury.

It’s been such a busy weekend that I’m just in a bit of a daze. Everything feels new. I’m even wearing a new dress (with trainers – my comfort compromise for both the long bus journey and Glasto mud).

No more working until at least August. Weird. Let’s see how long I can make money last (not at all worried about this…).

So. Glasto for a week, then hello new life.

My new place of residence.


Two days

Two days of work remain before my two-month summer holiday begins! Hello.

The next two weeks: finish work // move house // GLASTONBURY // find some furniture // ukcat exam // visit medschools // holiday time

(Then come home and find a job.)

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20130621-170233.jpg Photo taken at Almscliff, Wharfedale, yesterday. Jake and I went there to climb, he ended up falling off Great Western lots of times, then by the time we had rescued gear it was home time. Bouldering next time please.

Two days


(Beautiful view up Wharfedale, after leaving work one night.)

Life has all of a sudden become very stressful. I’m moving house next week, and nothing has been done in preparation for that. It’s my final week of work, and I need to find a new job, so a) I’m spending all of my time writing job applications, b) I’m stressing majorly about my lack of money. Excellent. I also have my UKCAT exam in a couple of weeks, for which I feel grossly underprepared. Urgh. In addition, I seem to be currently working about 9000 hours a week. And I just feel so tired.

I go away on holiday for a month on 10 July, and before then, it’d be great if I could:
– not fail the UKCAT
– successfully move into house
– have a job lined up for when I’m back in August
– not run out of money.

Allez go.