and how glad I am for that. Every night, thousands of people end up sleeping rough on the streets of the UK because they have nowhere else to turn. So dear all people who are reading this (i.e. Emma, Mum, Olivia, Connie and Chris) give me your pennies, or bet on how long I’ll survive without my ipod/coffee/hot water bottle/slippers. I know it’s not incredible; I’m not running a marathon (can you imagine) but I’m trying to do something for a cause that I think is very important.