The Tinned Fruit Challenge

Whilst beginning to pack up for the end of university, I discovered an array of tinned goods under my chair. Tinned goods given to me by my father, presumably as a survival package for a post-apocalyptic/zombie invaded world. I have ten days left of living here, three of which I am not here for. This leaves me with the insurmountable challenge of consuming 4 full sized tins of fruit and 2 half sized tins of fruit, 9 full sized tins of tuna and 3 half sized tins of tuna, one tin of soup, one tin of sweetcorn, two pot noodles and 7 cup-a-soups in 7 days.

CAN IT BE DONE?!

I will update you on my progress.

For the hawk-eyed amongst you who have noticed the pot noodles and cup-a-soups are not present; Unfortunately they were away on another photo-shoot at the time and could not be present. Prior commitments and all that. 

An Open Letter

Dear waist,

I know I neglected you during the stressful last two months of university. I know I stuffed my face with high sugary and fatty foods to comfort myself over the impending doom of dissertation and exams. I know this. I’m SORRY. Please come back. I miss you. I’m beginning to resemble a brick*.

Yours eternally,

Ruth.

(*Thankfully, not this brick. Ugh, her fifteen minutes of fame was so annoying. Veering on distressing actually.)

Resurrection

Oh my. 

Oh my, oh my.

My darling potato blog! I have severely neglected you and for that I am deeply sorry! It won’t happen again, I promise! I can change!!*

Soooooo, it has been a ridiculously shameful 98 days since I have last posted on here! 98!! I’m almost half tempted to wait another two days until 100 to see if I will receive a telegram from the Queen.

I am so sorry bloggy, but in fairness I have been outrageously busy finishing university whilst juggling work and a social life. Excuses, excuses…

It’s been so long since I wrote on here that the last time I posted, I still had about 7 weeks before my big project was due in (Psychologist’s dissertation) and now I’m only 11 days to finding out the results of my whole degree!

My, my, my, cherry pie.

(This has absolutely no relevance and there’s nothing you can do about it. I don't even like cherry pie.)

Furthermore, I didn't entirely forget about you, I was still writing blog updates, but then just not posting them. So over the next few weeks I will filter them out onto here to try and fill in the gaps as to what’s been going on in my life since March 4^th.

Here is a tiny snippet of what’s to come:

+Finished dissertation, essay and two exams (how exciting…)

+Quit my job at the Co-op!

+Surprised Amelia by taking her to Thorpe Park for her birthday-which was uhhhh-mazing.

+Saw Coldplay live at the Emirates Stadium

+Went to London for Jubilee festivities

+Belated celebrations in Brighton with Pippa for finishing our degrees

+Got tickets for Olympics at last!

+Watched many, many movies and the whole series of the Apprentice which was amazing, as usual! (and Nick, I believe, is my actual soulmate)

What’s more, as I now embark on a future of unemployment, homelessness and a decline in intelligence post-uni, I’ll be sure to regale you with my tales of job rejections, mouldy flat viewings and lack of moneyz.

That’s how, for now.

Ahh Fred. A pioneering user of the sunbed. (And, yes, that is Carol Vorderman mastering the How 2 wave whilst balancing a tiny hedgehog on her forehead. Miraculous.)

*Disclaimer: The statement above, may or may not be a lie.