Fresh bread

Sometimes it's just incredibly nice to be reminded that I make my own money now and don't need to feel guilty about it. I can buy a nice fresh loaf of bread and cut it myself in all manner of shapes to fit a wedge of cheese, and nobody will judge me (primarily because I live alone.) I can spend ridiculous money on jewellery (16 quid! For a ring! I bought two.) I can fill my house with plants and whilst people may tease me, I don't have to feel guilty because I bought them myself.

Coronavirus has left me feeling unspeakably lonely, to be fair. There's only so much you can do to prevent it- my parents have dropped food round, I've skyped and zoomed and had all manner of conversations, but when your life outside of work is limited to your own home, it's bleak.

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