This whole year seems to have felt so surreal. From August onwards it's just been plain weird. Let's hope it's better next year.

At 9:40am on a typically English ice-cold morning, two streets away, Madeline was just waking up. Madeline Sandshaw was one of my closest friends and probably the only one who knows the most about my life without me having to tell her verbally. I’ve known her now for the better part of five years. She’s classy and sophisticated, with a brain “to ( Read more... )