It’s safe to say I’ve had a pretty eventful time of it these last couple of weeks. I thought I’d write a little blog post/timeline of breaking my ankle and my stay in hospital. Something to do while I can’t walk, I suppose!
The dreaded 23 is slowly but surely approaching, and I’m shitting my knickers. 22 has been full of madness and fun and life lessons and me skipping around singing “I’m feeling twenty-twooo” but the age 23 just reminds me of Blink 182’s ‘What’s My Age Again?’ in which it’s repeated that ‘nobody likes you when you’re twenty-three’.