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Sep. 27th, 2005 08:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThere is no hot water.
I would not object to this normally, understanding the difficulty of pumping hot water to 44 houses who all have to be awake at roughly the same time, but we have a house with - count 'em - four out of six people dying of whatever the hell we've all contracted. (Unofficial Housemate has had to go home due to the fact we were, um, totally breaking the tenancy agreement if he stayed any longer. He is also ill.) We need the house to be toasty and warm. (And freezing in places for the fevery bits of this illness.)
Also, I have a lecture at 10 and I need a shower before I actually die from exhaustion.
BET YOU this never happens at Sallies. (Sallies, despite what the name suggests, is not a high class brothel. It St Salvator's Halls, and they are SO POSH. Susie lives there. Note we're just called 'Gatty' which when you spit it out in the way we do sounds muhc worse and less leery than Sallies. Oh well. At least I don't live in Reg's.)
So, I am wrapped in a jumper and two pairs of socks as ell as my Hideous Nightie and my quilt wrapped around me. I cannot breathe through my nose or swallow properly without wincing. Attractive, this. And I need to buy some more paracetamol. It's going quicker than the milk, and that is saying something.
Right. Medieaval history. Time for some enthusiasm! RAH! *coughchokedie*
~Hathy_Col~
I would not object to this normally, understanding the difficulty of pumping hot water to 44 houses who all have to be awake at roughly the same time, but we have a house with - count 'em - four out of six people dying of whatever the hell we've all contracted. (Unofficial Housemate has had to go home due to the fact we were, um, totally breaking the tenancy agreement if he stayed any longer. He is also ill.) We need the house to be toasty and warm. (And freezing in places for the fevery bits of this illness.)
Also, I have a lecture at 10 and I need a shower before I actually die from exhaustion.
BET YOU this never happens at Sallies. (Sallies, despite what the name suggests, is not a high class brothel. It St Salvator's Halls, and they are SO POSH. Susie lives there. Note we're just called 'Gatty' which when you spit it out in the way we do sounds muhc worse and less leery than Sallies. Oh well. At least I don't live in Reg's.)
So, I am wrapped in a jumper and two pairs of socks as ell as my Hideous Nightie and my quilt wrapped around me. I cannot breathe through my nose or swallow properly without wincing. Attractive, this. And I need to buy some more paracetamol. It's going quicker than the milk, and that is saying something.
Right. Medieaval history. Time for some enthusiasm! RAH! *coughchokedie*
~Hathy_Col~
