If I'm not running in the rain to lessons (which I'm perpetual late to, not that I'm an eager year seven, but I'm of that lucky disposition that no one notices me slipping into lessons) then I've been sitting on my roof in the seldom seen sun. Today, my mother and I took a walk along the beach and it looks like a sight from old american coast postcards, rather than the drizzly mess that it is about 70% of the time.
And below: can we all just appreciate the right angles my forehead breaks into the second I start to talk?
Appreciated? Good. It's a testament to the reason why I'm not a vlogger.
(Apart from the obvious stupidity of calling yourself a 'vlogger')