On the twelfth day of Christmas, university gave to me:
Twelve physics friends
Eleven funny flatmates
Ten posters hanging
Nine reindeer galloping
Eight slices of bread toasting
Seven bottles of wine
Six burnt potatoes
Five glasses of wine
Four books to be reading
Three average essays
Two relatives arguing
And a very drunken Christmas.
It's that time of year again, and so I suppose I have some amends to make.
To my friends: I'm sorry for not being a better friend.
To my brother: I'm sorry for not being a better sister.
To my grandad: I'm sorry for not listening as much as I should.
To my parents: I'm sorry for listening as much as I do.
To the ones I hurt: I'm sorry for hurting you.
To the ones I didn't: I'm sorry that it'll only hurt more when it happens.
To my (few) readers: I'm sorry for taking so long to write my blog.
To me: I'm sorry for not being true to myself whenever possible - and it is always possible.
That's it. That's all I have to say. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday. I shall endeavour to return to updating this blog semi-regularly in the dear future.
Until that happens, I'll be the one in the corner with the bottle of Bailey's to myself.