Last night definitely needed to happen, I think. I’ve been at university solidly now for about four or five weeks, and I’m getting fed up of canteen food and ready meals,. It’s not that I’m a culinary snob: I just like good food which isn’t covered in grease once in a while. So, on Friday I asked jen if we could go to the plough; she agreed – I think she was as bored as I am with Wes food. She said she was skint, but I said I’d pay for her and Maria to eat on my card. It’s worth it – trust me.

In the end, five of us went. Stephen, from the states, and Jen’s boyfriend, Chris, tagged along too. The more the merrier I say. I think we all had a good time: I ordered the steak and ale pie, and got a Cabernet Sauvignon to share.. both were, I think, good choices – Maria seemed to like the wine, and became even more talkative than usual.

We spent the evening chatting. After we’d finished, we went to meet rosie in the Mere, where they serve real ale. Needless to say, I’m glad I was being pushed in my manial chair. Jen helped me get to bed at about eleven, tired, but happy.