My job is great.

Sometimes.

I was invited to write a feature about Ramadan, which meant having dinner with a local Indian-heritage family. They made prawn biryani just for me, because I don't eat meat, and some lovely side dishes. I spent around two hours there, and they were so lovely and welcoming.

A later start also meant I had time to go and get my nails done in the morning, ready for graduation later this week.

But it's not all good. On the way home from dinner it was pitch black and pouring with rain and I saw a horrible accident and had to stop and take pictures, which is probably the worst part of my job.