New money

I know nobody in Oxford. And I am nervous about going there. I’m much more confident than I used to be, but now and again, bravery deserts me and I start thinking ‘I don’t want to go’. I do, I really do, but… I’ll just have to treat it as an adventure. Tomorrow my plan is to go to Truro and buy a few new clothes, having re-discovered my visa card. Maybe not a good thing. The clothes shops in Falmouth are not bad, but not as big or as varied as Truro. It is worth a trip there for the bigger stores. And it’s a lovely city. Saturday probably isn’t the best day for a look round as of course it’s pretty busy, but never mind.

I’ve been so careful with my money the last few months, I’ve bought almost nothing other than food and essentials, but I’ve become slightly more reckless the last few weeks. One reason is that, finally, my career development loan is coming through. As soon as I get my Falmouth address on my driving licence to prove I am who I say. This is despite the college writing a letter for me to say they’d seen my licence and it was me.

I would strongly recommend to apply for a CDL very early. I waited until December in the optimism that I could get by without one. I was wrong however, so applied. It’s been a long and frustrating process which is still not quite over. The problem has been that I don’t have enough forms of ID, and I have managed to be registered at three different addresses. So I’ve taken many trips to the finance office here and made a lot of phone calls to the CDL. They’re hopefully now satisfied that I am not going to be money laundering, and I can have the money. I guess I do need to bear in mind that it is not entirely my money, and I’ll have to start paying it back in November. I’m not thinking about that just yet though. I’m thinking about, finally, a pair of jeans that don’t fall off me.

I have new boots and shoes, at last! Mum has been very kind to me, and paid for a fantastically sturdy pair of doc marten boots. Not the classic Dms, but a really solid pair with rivets up the side. I also, this was the reckless part, bought two pairs of DM shoes with straps across and brilliant chunky wedge heels. I love them, and felt like a child again, trying them all on. I couldn’t help it, and bought a red and a black pair. Oh the decadence.