I’m still here! And I know, I can’t exactly say that I haven’t had time to blog, can I, since time is exactly what we’ve all had for the last eighteen million months.
I could have been churning out one blog post per day, but. Maybe it’s because we seem to be a little bit saturated with comments on the world right now. Daily Covid figures, blog posts about de-lockdowning, opinion pieces about WFH. It’s been nice to look inwards, inwards at myself and my home and my family without thinking about the world out there, and how I could comment on it in a way that’s interesting and funny to all three of my regular readers. So I’ve thrown myself into summer without thinking how to document it. Thoughtlessly acquiring very stark and wonky tan lines and trying to prolong them with five kinds of lotion; dozens of “just one more” glasses of cold rosé; snorting with laughter over cream teas; sharing boxes of godly kouignettes in Bath; spending a whole day idly bullet journalling and watching films, just because; eating tacos in a restaurant-cum-shed and watching the servers do shots to noughties Avril Lavigne. I reread all of Malory Towers in three days. I found that my post-covid-smell-loss senses had left me with a real love for hummus, and spent a week eating it for every meal. I used surplus HelloFresh avocados to make detoxing face masks, then tried to stop them sliding off my face while I watched four episodes of Modern Family. A summer - a year! - of some sad endings, and some new beginnings. And WHAT a new beginning is just round the corner - it’s just over a month until I move to Oxford (again!) and start my DPhil in German. Armed with a new, almost-entirely pink flat and a vague knowledge of my subject matter, I’m ready to get back into the heart of the city and grab it by the horns (or, because it’s Oxford, by the sustainable sourdough and overpriced sushi). That a blog post is appearing now, when I’ve got some DPhil reading I kind of, maybe, technically could be doing, is no coincidence. I always suspected I hadn’t moved on from the first year undergrad who would go on endless procrastination Tesco trips for Sensations mini poppadoms, but there’s something disheartening in having it confirmed. So expect a record number of blog posts over the next three years as this northerner is once again misplaced. For now, though, I’m soaking up the rest of the summer (and the rain) and buying millennial-pink cookware online. Living the dream! (Check out the Let’s Be Friends page for links to social media pages on which I’m a little more active..!)
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