All her favourite fruit

Not much is happening. I got a job at Lincraft but they're being bitches and refusing to organise the part of having a job that involves actually being employed. I've stupidly agreed to go away with my family again over Christmas this year, because I get a paid holiday to Sydney and I'm allowed to catch the train rather than fly. I've also been promised time to myself and not being involved in stressful family bonding activities EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THE GODDAMN DAY. But they promised that last time too and look how that turned out. Still, if I didn't sign up for these masochistic adventures what else would I fill my memoirs with?

Dad is teaching me to drive. He made me go on the roads on my second lesson and I'm proud to say I only had four panic attacks and only burst into tears once. I am looking to improve these figures on my third lesson when I tackle third gear.