Man Chest. Er.

I got up at 8:00 this morning. I'm sure we all agree that this is ridiculously early for a Saturday. But, my dear readers, I had a good reason for this! For today myself and Vicky embarked on a journey to Manchester. We have been before, if you can count jumping off a train on the way to Blackpool, running off the platform to take a poor quality photo of a grey Manchester building, then running back on to another train, a "trip" to Manchester. I do, so this was the third time I'd been to Manchester with Vicky. It was nice to actually leave the train station though.

Needless to say, we had an eventful day. Thankfully we got seats on the way there because of some confused tourists and we even had a seat (albeit to share) on the way back because a nice curly haired man had reserved one, but sat in another. Vicky tripped over a few times, as per. We wandered around the University campus, pretending to be students with our Starbucks coffees to go. Discovered the beauty that is the Selfridges Food Hall, where Vicky wandered around for half an hour looking for something, anything to buy (she ended up settling on a doughnut). We had issues with a lift that decided to stop on every other floor twice, before finally taking us to the one we'd wanted. We walked through what felt like a million Christmas markets, although it may have just been one that we kept circling around. We looked up Santa's bottom, which was surprisingly empty. BRING ON THE MINCE PIES. We walked in to people, spilt things, got lost in shops, pretended to be rich and escaped the fierce grip of The Manchester Museum.

Manchester is amazing, yes, but it was quite sad realising that we're all going off to different universities. Different universities in different cities. Different universities in different countries, in some cases. Up until now I've been pretty much focused on the positives of becoming a university student. It's hard to imagine not seeing Vicky every day.

But, while it's sad, I take comfort in knowing that we'll always be BEST FRIENDS. We have the bracelets to prove it!

Roll on Manchester,
Jasmine x