Full glass lass

p.s. do you want to study theology and the arts?

Dear friends, I am sitting in a pub, where I just absolutely destroyed an entire chicken and chorizo pie (I usually can’t finish one on my own), and am nursing an entire, imperial pint of ale (I am usually, as they say, a half-glass lass). And that is because I have just spent the morning overseeing the packing up of our flat. Thankfully, my husband’s w…