Home sweet home

I love that feeling you get when you've been at uni for 3 weeks drowning in the lovely revision that you have to do, not finding time to go to the launderette to the point where you find yourself turning your underwear inside out and then you get home AND YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO. Hmmmm what shall I cook for dinner OH NOTHING BECAUSE MUM'S DOING IT. And the sheer novelty of a washing machine that you don't need to spend hours trying to force to take your coins is frankly unbelievable. Eating in a kitchen that isn't grease ridden watching AN ACTUAL TELEVISION. Really university is a form of slum for some people, I mean yes I cook decent meals now, I've roasted a chicken every night for the past month because it's the most exciting food I have mastered to date, but that doesn't matter because I'm doing it alone. Despite what my parents thought I AM MAKING IT ON MY OWN. So yes home sweet home for me for the next 3 days in the world where underwear is in a drawer not inside out...oh the luxury...