I got paid this morning, so my bank account is looking ridiculously healthy right now. Money will come through again on the 12th, then my last pay from Waterstones on the 20th then money will come in on the 27th. After that I’ll have start to be creative with my income. Last two shifts at Waterstones, oh well. Got up this morning and was convinced Andrew and I were both leaving at eight-thirty, so couldn’t understand why he was running around like a headless chicken at quarter-to eight. I took my sweet time making his lunch as well, only to realise that he was going for a bus at five-past eight. My bad. We’re supposed to be ‘looking after’ his little sister, however I’m working 11-5 and he’s doing two shifts from 9-3 and 5-8.

My uni results are in eighteen days. I will only be looking to see if it says ‘P’, ‘M’ or ‘F’ beside it, under no circumstances do I want to see my grades for last semester. I spent most of October dreaming up excuses not to go and coming home in tears, determined that I wanted to drop out. If my grades reflected my effort/enthusiasm, I would not be asked to go back in January.