November 4th 2015: Of all the days when it's pissing it down and there's a strike, my umbrella decides to suddenly break, and crumple, with my head trapped inside GOOD MORNING
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Square one: The recent graduate, futile self pep talks and one very worn-out refresh button.
July 2015. The tally so far stood as following: Laptops broken: 1 (we're not counting all the other years okay). Mama noodles packets ravaged: 55. Cups of tea: stopped counting. Glasses of morning wine: didn't bother trying to count. All-nighters spent with head in a book (on table): more than is acceptable. And one more…
Sammy Wandering Abroad 