Lost

Getting lost on the way to singing practice in Worcester college has its upsides

Post pretty

Thank you so much everyone for a lovely birthday! Isn’t this cake completely heavenly? I got it in the post, much to the amusement of the college porters. Thank you thank you thank you everyone for making my day so special

 

Barefoot

since the tragic loss of the Jericho Coffee Traders, I’ve been strolling the Oxford streets in search of a substitute supplier of exquisite flat whites and salted caramel brownies. Yesterday, I happened upon success. ‘Barefoot Coffee’ you are perfect. 

Benedict

Ngl I walked down Turl St four times yesterday just in case Benedict Cumberbatch happened to emerge from Exeter college, where he’s filming Dr. Strange. Alas, to no avail.

Forgotten cookies

sometimes I feel sorry for the weird cookie cutters that live at the bottom of the basket

 

Christmas crumpets and coffee

My Christmas present from Dad was crumpets and coffee in Cambridge, and a spot of pre-uni-return shopping

Crisp

Moomin thank-yous

Study/spying

I intended to write my essay yesterday afternoon, but eavesdropping on the Tinder date going on next to me proved a shameful distraction.

Farfalle

Today I am making homemade pasta because pasta > studying

2 forks?!

Everyone looks at us like we’re crazy when we ask for a second fork. When there are two of us and one slice of cake, it should be assumed.

Home so grey

Happy birthday, dad!

I tried to write ‘DAD’ in candles, but it just turned into kind of a splodge. Ever since I can remember, mum’s been making this chocolate amaretti tart for my  dad’s birthday. Last year was my first attempt – I halved the recipe but forgot to halve the liquid glucose. Whoops! This year, though… Yum!