I’m feeling whimsical today. I’m feeling like I can make a throw-away decision, I can dedicate myself to something which could be pretty pointless…

So today’s a good day to re-enrol for uni. My throw-away decision? French. I’m going to learn French. Why not? I could do a visual art subject and hone my creativity, but bugger that. The writing’s being honed, I can’t draw or paint or take photos and I’m well aware that that’s a shortcoming that won’t be remedied by a 12-week course. So, instead, I’m going to test out whether grown-up me is a languages person or not.

Do I have the ability to learn French? Who knows! We’re going to find out some time from August next year.