Is actually really, really hard. Especially as I forgot to consider the fact I am not an eleven year old boy. Oh my life. So now it doesn't actually fit me. Whoo!
Luckily, my mum is a miracle-worker with a needle and thread and should be able to fix it. I hope everyone will look past my stitching (I can't actually stitch in a straight, consistent line.)
Gah. I have a huge list of things I need to get still, OTL.
On a different note, Clara's today (whenever I actually get dressed 8D) it was her eighteenth on Saturday, but she buggered off and left us to go to New York. Eep, excited. In true Nichola-being-very-disorganised I still haven't actually BOUGHT the present. I know what I'm getting. Kind of. I picked a few things in one store and now have to decide.
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
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