This week was a big week. I turned 25, I was officially informed that my days of poverty were limited (I got a law clerkship), my flatmate finished her final year medicine exams, we celebrated, celebrated again and once more just to tell ourselves that it was actually real. Then slept for 12 hours. And now I look forward to a dentist ripping my teeth out tomorrow. Not the best note to end on; but you have got to come down sometime, right?
The "I'm on a boat" Party
My actual birthday dinner
My combined 50th Birthday Party
Me (I am in the photo -doing something naughty 4 years ago) and Me (now)
At the Boat Party - It is very very obvious that I am "Where's Wally" The strange thing is that when it's all over life begins again (well it never really stopped)... lucky it's just a state of mind.
xx jenn (x 5)
