Hurry up, next two years!
Can’t wait to get out of uni-wish I had gone for a nice English 3 year course rather than an Irish 4 year one, but what can you do, eh?
So my mother has totally accepted that I’m never going to have a sensible job, and my father never expected me to get one-after all, he thinks it was clear that I was going to be the difficult child when I got that mullet, aged 14.
So in September I’m starting a dressmaking course, and if that isn’t full of enough WIN, the Singer machine is going to be fixed (properly this time) and then after uni, it is STRAIGHT to the East End, to start millinery, and night courses in Kensington (Worth the trek). All planned.
Of course, I have to get this silly history degree first. Screw history.
