It's difficult to say: 23 and 11 twelfths.

Tomorrow I shall be turning 24 and it has spurred me on to have an annual review of being 23.

I begun the year in the way that I wish every year could, on skis and provided with beer and brownies. It was a good indication of how my year would pan out. It has ended with an interview for a company that I desperately want to work for. So all in all, not a bad conclusion to my year.

If my year had been a salad then it would come bursting full of the following:

Snow, Sand, Pancakes, Elves, Noodles, Airplanes, Passports, Sunsets, Austrians, Swiss, French, Scottish, Italians, Irish, Finnish, English, Thai, Australians, Tigers, Elephants, Unidentified insects, toboggans, coaches, tears, suitcases, thermals, bikinis, sun lotion, anti biotics, coffee, C.Vs, cars, boats, skidoos, skis, snorkels, trains, feet-nibbling-fish, new friends, old friends, family, strangers, kittens, thieves, cameras, fires, beer, weddings and flowers.

This would be topped off with a healthy drizzling of laughter, the one thing which has got me through every part of my year. So for everyone who has been there during times of humour and mischief, THANKYOU! (Laplandians and Barnetians I have you to blame- may the stories never reach my parents!).