Everyday means another bee to rescue. Goddamn stupid bees.

My friend was a mix of a girl named Ashleigh from school who had done gymnastics and Nicola the first friend I made at uni with her mad hair and soft Edinburgh craziness. She took my arm as we wandered around the dark woody campus, looking for the door. We found a seat, padded leather bar stools on grass and settled down for the powerpoint presentation that would act as our introduction to the degree. It was long and I was eating an apple. I span the core round the table until I started getting looks from the other people so I stood up and made my way to the front to bin it. My skirt was black and fifties sticky out and my shoes rubbed into my heels as I stepped around clusters of students. It was agonisingly slow and I had to take the long way round. By the time I got back a new group of people had taken seats around us. My stool was hidden between the backs of whispered laughter and I shrank smaller, darting through until I managed to get my ass on the seat. I straightened up and pushed them away. One guy I shoved was this huge broad dark and scruffy man who snatched my hand in his and introduced himself loudly, booming that he had another class to get to and I had to shout my own name several times before he heard me. He cuffed the top of head as he left, laughing as my hair exploded even bigger. The lecturer had things to tell us, something about a repeat the next day and then I back outside with my friend complaining that I missed my university and she sighed and pushed me down a hill.

Then Julie had a birthday party and her dress wasn't zipped properly up the back but she wouldn't let me fix it. Her and three others had plates of cakes only the cakes had been crumbled into the paper of the plates and I shuddered to see them try to scoop it into their mouths. This tiny little girl kept complaining of being hungry and then she picked up a screwdriver and several screws, called them a fancy name and tried to fix a shelf. I took a screw away from her and pierced my finger. Then I was on my hands and knees in a bookshop looking for something for Julie who was shouting abuse at a bunch of people in the doorway. I was tangled in a card display when one of them came up behind me and tripped me up. I leaped up and he held my hands as I struggled to hit him and all he did was laugh.

Woke up to deal with bees.