Goodbyes: Round II

Today, I ventured to good old Bath to bid farewell to my lovely housemates from the past two years, with the exception of Rach, who had to work. However, considering she has a holiday cottage less than two minutes away from my house, she has assured me that she'll be in Cornwall before I go (she'd better; I don't think I even cried when I said goodbye to her after her birthday in Exeter). Stepping off the train into the city was so nostalgic; it's a beautiful place and I'm so glad I chose to study there.

It was an unexpectedly boozy day. Tapas for three and sticky toffee pudding at the Cosy Club was accompanied by a bottle of rosé; I've never eaten there before but their al fresco dining on the balcony overlooking the streets was top notch.

We then wandered around aimlessly trying to fill the gap before Julian's train got in (he overslept, shock horror). We then headed for the Cork for an obscenely overpriced Rekorderlig (£4.35 - welcome back to Bath), which I had to chug to make my train back. It pains me to leave a glass with alcohol still in it, but needs must, and even half finished I found myself a little squiffy, having completely lost my tolerance since leaving uni for the summer. Here is where I had to say goodbye. Chris will be on placement at a High Performance Centre in Birmingham (surrounded by super athletes - awesome), whereas Julian's dual language course takes him to both Strasbourg and Madrid. They'll both have amazing years and I can't wait to catch up on all our news when we return.

If there's anyone who's even worse at this stuff than me, it's my twin, Chloe. We were put in the same Marlborough flat in freshers' year and the second we realised we were also on the same course (about six weeks before actually setting eyes on each other - the wonders of Facebook), we've spent all day, every day together. This only intensified in second year, where the time getting to and from campus and whittling away free periods was added to the hours of lectures and attempting a "group effort" at lab reports and deadlines! Despite my mocking of her Brum (sorry, Walsall) accent/Bridget Jones-esque faux-pas and her calling me a posho from time to time, she genuinely is my ultimate best friend and I don't know how I'll cope without her for a whole year. She gave me an adorable card with a lovely message and a picture of the two of us inside it, which I plan to stick on the wall of my flash new Perth pad:

I got home in time to go to my friend Kayleigh's fundraiser for her trip to India. The girl's vaccinating dogs against rabies to save a million children's lives. What a star. We waited at home for some family - plus Jordan, the closest thing I have to a big brother - to arrive, which can only mean one thing: yet more goodbyes tomorrow...