Issy Murray explores new research which indicates having your in-laws over during the Christmas period can negatively affect your mental health.
I wish I could hold this moment forever in my mind. You, in tiny sleeves and trousers with your stuffed bear sat at your side. We’re by the docks at the lakehouse where it smells of pine and stagnant pond. There is rotten wood and earthy moistened soil and there is no sound but the […]
I love Christmas. I really do think it is the season to be jolly, to deck the halls, and tell all your family you love them, just because. I will accept no scrooges at this most wonderful time of the year. The biggest Christmas we’ve ever had was 21 people squeezed around a table For […]
It’s not a pleasant experience, landing back in your home airport at 4AM in the morning, rubbing sleep out of your eyes, and knowing that you’ll have to do the same again in September. One week in, jet lag finally frees you up to fully appreciate the fact that you’re actually home. Home means not […]
I was raised the right way by my parents. I know that’s a bold claim, but I was raised with good values; a love of food and a deep appreciation for anything that’s free. For most students that’s what home means: free food. I won’t lie, my parents are great cooks and I enjoy the […]
Because it’s *the most wonderful time of the year*… Exeter’s Christmas lights will be switched on in less than two weeks’ time, the Costa on campus is already using Christmas cups, and Christmas day itself is less than two months away. Whilst you might internally be screaming “but it’s barely November!”, I’m very much wondering […]
I can’t say that I’ve experimented with addictive substances all that much. The odd bit of weed here and there, but please point me in the direction of someone who would say otherwise. I don’t smoke regularly. Whilst travelling last year, I had some MDMA, and the comedown – which left me sobbing on a walk […]
Three days after ringing in 2016, I departed London and began my journey back to Exeter. My suitcase was brimming with brand new socks, some stolen Quality Streets (soz Mum) and unfortunately, my revision notes were in there too. The worst part about heading back to Exeter so early, is that I was leaving behind […]