I live about 15 miles away from my university.  When I have a meeting at 11am and say, two very important exams in the afternoon, I can’t pop home in between for a bite to eat and a reassuring bit of cramming in the luxury of my own home. 

And so it is that I find myself sat in the newsroom (yes, we really do get to pretend to be real journalists) killing time until the scariest of scary exams this afternoon.

Wish me luck… 

In typical puella style, I decide to start a new blog in the midst of my NCTJ preliminary exams. I should be banging out 300 worders about pickpockets, old lady bashers and cat poisonings in preparation for the next round but instead I have been shopping for skinny jeans and soup, watching Doctors and picking out this rather attractive grass-topped design for my ramblings.

Let’s see how long I stick this one out.