You Make My Dreams.

First of all; Happy Birthday Cicely!

Ona 'cultured' note, I went to the V&A to see the British Fashion exhibition, which was quite interesting, but really not as good as I was hoping for. All the same, stop by if you're in London, each to their own and it may appeal to your tastes more than mine. I've also been to the Tate Modern and the National Portrait Gallery since I moved here; the latter was really good but I suppose it could get boring... but I could actually wander the halls of the Tate Modern until I died! Next weekend we're going to the Tate Britain, which I also love... I love that my housemates are equally as geeky as I am and will actually come with me. I suppose it helps that I go to an arty University.

For the first week or so of my residence here, I couldn't really think of my house in London as 'home'. Home to me means mother goose, annoying brothers, incredible friends, familarity, my belonging and fields (which I miss almost as much as the dog I used to walk in them). It's pretty safe to say that my house is now a home from home.

I suppose I've settled in, I never have enough food in the house and it's always a mess; living with (a.k.a. cleaning up after) boys is almost an occupation in itself, lets just thank goodness I've only got eight uni hours a week! Nevertheless, I love it here, and have managed to make my room seem 'homely' and cosy enough... it's also handy that Telegraph Hill park is literally across the road from my house; makes the green green grass of home not such an alien idea.

A section of my Photo wall...

My TINY wardrobe. Thank God for the storage boxes under my bed, and my desk, and in the kitchen...

One of my bookshelves... and my shoe shelf!

I wore this out the other day... it's getting to the stage where it's so cold a jacket is required. Is it wrong that I'm glad? I love winter.