|To hang above my mantelpiece when I finally turn into the Log Lady, obviously|
Also paid a trip to the amazing little scrappy record shop at the end of the road, which is like falling into a book by Nick Hornby.
|BFF sampling the merchandise|
and got some extremely brilliant, kitsch-as-fuck 70s paperbacks which I am going to devour when my exams are over and I can read trashy, non-essential literature.
If only I'd brought them with me to get through while I feel sorry for myself popping antibiotics, drinking litres of tea and eating whole Lindt chocolate bunnies in bed.