Well i'm home from my weekend in the much loved sticks and the flat is quite. One of my most animated friends and flatmate has gone to south America for 4 weeks and on thursday it was his leaving party, sadly i missed it due to going home, alas, now back at uni the cake from the party lies half eaten and destined for the bin, alone in the place we call the kitchen.
Not the most interesting picture but somehow this cake is what struck me the most when i walked in to the kitchen, abandoned and left for mould to set in! It goes to show that it isnt always the absence that makes you realise someone isn't there its the things they leave behind and in true James fashion it seems to have been mess!
