Living in Brighton, I don’t generally tend to drive anywhere any more, it’s a lot more convenient to use public transport because the parking is bloody extortionate. In fact, a lot of friends didn’t even know that I could drive until I wrote my post about being an adult which, if you haven’t read, you can catch up with here.
You Know You’re An Adult | Part One
Despite being 31, and 3 days off 32, I don’t really think of myself as a particularly adulty adult; however, there are moments in my day when I suddenly realise that yep, I’m a bona fide adult. Hehe, bona. Yeah, sometimes I’m definitely not an adult…