This time last year I was frantically rushing to finish my Journalism MA thesis, before heading to the South of France with the other half: One year later, I’m headed back to Nice, but this time with the mother instead.

A bout of insomnia and a sense of nostalgia have pretty much inspired me to write this: You see, if you’d told me this time last year that I’d be living the life I now, well, live, I don’t think I would have believed you. “You’ll never get a job writing entertainment news”, they said. Determination and sheer luck proved them wrong, and I’m so grateful to have had all the support my friends and family have given me.

This holiday is probably the first proper break I’ve had since I started University back in 2008. It’s been pretty much all go for the past four/five years, so I’m rather looking forward to totally switching off from the outside world, and just enjoying the scenery.

Oh, and for the bookworms among you, I’ll be re-reading Mockingjay and City of Ashes, and hopefully getting around to actually finishing The Age of Innocence.

Au revoir!