No use crying

Back to Uni today, two trains and a bus which is more excitement than I think I ever want to have again on a trip back to London. Halfway through my milk decided to burst and the bag it was in rip, but with some careful meanuvering I got it all the way back to uni and emptied into two snapple bottles. 

A long time ago before I left home for Uni or even was thinking about it, my dad told me if I lived in London, nobody would care if I fell over. On the way back to my Halls, three complete strangers helped me haul my bags up and down stairs, on and off trains and across the campus, all with smiles on their faces and pleanty of chat.