Forty-eight hours in the land of Robin Hood..

That time of year came around again to load up my little Flora (my automobile) and head on back to Nottingham for the start of the new year. Third year. Wow, I feel so old! It never fails to surprise me just how many clothes and things I have! However due to a recent, somewhat unplanned weight loss I'm now finding that a large proportion of those do not fit! Not that I am complaining, it just makes a life a little expensive. I digress..

So yes, after a lovely summer of a million adventures and smiles both in little ol' Stoke and across the continent I arrived back at my empty student house and hauled the several bags that my life were packed into up the three flights of stairs. Got to love old houses! After a spot of late night hoovering and several hours of unpacking I finally crashed into bed, glad to be back! I loved seeing old friends again, even stocking up in Asda with the girls and bumping into people at the Freshers Fair. An afternoon in the beer garden with my best boy Tom was too lovely in the autumn sunshine and nicely followed by a lads night of football and drinking before heading in to town for a few too many shots and a bit of a dance!

However all was not so rosy. I awoke the first morning to find my lovely little car had a flat tyre :( Que Mr AA! And there were far far too many dramas during our night out, without even mentioning the latest boy troubles.. And already I am back in Stoke! With an over working mind that's hoping this wasn't a sign of things to come! But for now I shall just try to enjoy my few days back home in this silly little city that has my heart.