In my humble abode of student accommodation, with the sharp sun in my eyes after a night of writing up my summative, I thought that time volunteering was time not worth spending. “Isn’t it just free labour?” I used to ask myself, as someone with a lot on their plate…

I did not choose to associate songs with a picturesque lifestyle based on their jangle or old age. But thinking back a little more, I very much did. It is a rainy Thursday, and what better to do but scroll through Pinterest while the riff to Boys Don’t Cry perfumes…