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All I did was apply for an ISA and it never showed up in my banking, so I contacted them to inquire as to its whereabouts and the matter was rectified. Exciting! Not.

I'm going to Malta on Monday for 10 days with Ollie which IS exciting (apart from the fact he texted me earlier saying he thinks he has gout in his finger) and whilst he has been organised weeks in advanced, down to printing maps and working out all the great stuff over there to see and do, I have only just pulled my non-gout finger out and so the past two days have been a frenzy of juggling work with passport-finding, ironing clothes for the first time in perhaps two years and also going out to buy sunglasses, realising the shops now only have autumn/winter garb in them and having to resort to pulling a bright purple pair out of my fancy dress box.

My ever-continuing transition into adulthood is going well, I feel.

It's been a good August. We had a little jaunt to go camping in the New Forest at the beginning of the month, where we got lost cycling in the forest (mildly terrifying), ate a lot of food that was stove-cooked and also had a day out with my cousin in Lulworth, which is quite possibly the most beautiful places I have ever seen with my own eyes in the UK.

Back in the New Forest I enjoy ice cream:

And a pair of trousers seemingly hovers in thin air at our campsite.

That's it for now.

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