Dearest all, after little thought and single minded deliberation I have made the executive decision to attend Oxford University. "Sam, why on Earth would you go to Oxford?" Well class, I could bore you with words of air, grace and utter historic genius but to put it simply, it gives off the whole 'king of the world' vibe. Oxford itself is the quintessential meaning of beauty. Probably because architect may have had a love affair with his drawings. Therefore the decision has been made. Goodbye QUT hello Oxford. Writing it out does make it sound a bit more ambitious then in my head. But we all have to have goals don't we?
Keeping you up to date, Sam is still struggling and oddly imcompendent when turning door nobs as they seem to be all backwards in this country! I have successfully picked up the lingo of uterlising the phrase 'half five' or 'half eleven' instead of 'half past eight'. Lastly, I have recently discovered I have a rare illness that constantly ensures I say the word dollars after every quantity of money when I mean pounds. Old habits die hard.
P.s Happy Birthday Kc - no 6am Pancake Manor wake up call this year... Not yet anyway ;)
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