This is our last dance. This is ourselves.

Saturday, 18 December 2010

Let It Snow.

Sometimes, people are very very thoughtful. I forgot to take a photo of the flowers that accompanied this little note but they were beautiful, as was the thought behind it. PhilSoc has been my little baby this semester. It started as a bit of a nightmare and now I think that we are, as a little academic society, strong and becoming successful. They call me Mummy.

Last night, it snowed. It was a very special night and it's hard to say why. I think it was just the perfect combination of people, food and weather. End of term toasts and snowball fights, it was the epitome of what university should be and I felt very content. The Christmassy feeling is here!
(And long may it continue before I remind myself that I have 12,000 words to write in a month and vomit over myself in a puddle of fear...)


  1. I never got to say... I know we dont have that kind of mushy over affectionate friendship, but I think I love you! Thankyou so much for being there and being so understanding of everything this semester, I don't think you realise how much it's meant. Have a wonderful wonderful Christmas, you deserve it.

  2. Mother, let's not beat around the bush, I'm still a nightmare. Well done to you though!