Oh the student life.

The sun is shining on merry old England and all I want is to be lay amongst the daisies, reading Nancy Mitford novels and drinking shandy. Instead I am faced a frantic week with a total of five essays to complete. It tires me out to even think of it. It seems as a student that you have nothing to do when the weather is awful and nothing is going on. As soon as there is a whiff of fun or adventures to be had, you cannot see above a three foot tall stack of library books and deadlines enough to make one weep.