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Jan. 12th, 2007 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI feel a bit out of kilter today. I went to bed at a decent hour, was even quite perky in work for 7am, and came home and carried on with my hellish re-read of Crime and Punishment. I had some brunch, I made another cup of tea, and then I fell asleep.
Can't quite explain it, but I'm still feeling groggy and weird now. I was just going to get an early night. Buggar. Now I need to get on with medieval history revision and generally stay conscious and all other good things like that.
Today, however, has had one very good aspect. Today, the house is officially ours - we got the documents in, so the place is officially ours! All we have to do now is sign the contract in the next couple of weeks, and then scrape together the cash for the deposit, but that isn't what I'm thinking about. Nope.
It will be nice having a place in which, say, workmen aren't working directly outside your window to the extent that I shut my curtains just to fold my laundry because I'm paranoid about my knickers. Or where we're not getting thrown out of our bathroom for three days for 'renovation work'.
Our bathroom is disgusting. I try my very best to keep it clean, but I honestly think all the fittings are at least twice as old as me. Apparently, we have been identified as needing a renovation, which is fair enough. What is not fair enough is them not telling us a. when it's happening (word up, Accommodation Services: 'Some time betwen 19th January and 2nd February' is not acceptable) and for throwing us out for three days.
Three days!
They've offered us alternative showering arrangements. This is also fair enough, but I'm not sure how it's going to happen, or where. Whilst I dream, hope, pray it means we can move into a DRA apartment for three days, I rather imagine we're just going to be foisted onto a neighbouring house and told to get one with it. I'm a little narked at the lack of warning, really. People in St Andrews, if I turn up bearing a towel, some shower gel and a Tescos bag, be warned that I am coming to take over your shower, but in return I will cook you a TASTY MEAL. It will be tasty. And healthy. And if you live in hall, well. I am the girl that once made a full curry with naan bread using only the power of two rather crappy hobs and a toaster. YOU SEE HOW AWESOME I AM. And how smelly I will be if I don't shower for three days? THINK OF THE SMELL.
I would trundle down to Cambridge for three days, but that's not really workable. I should probably show myself to be a Keen Worker at the Union, anyway, quite apart from anything else.
Ho hum. I'm too tired to get anymore revision done, but not quite tired enough to decamp into bed. I also can't abide any more reading. What to do, what to do...
Can't quite explain it, but I'm still feeling groggy and weird now. I was just going to get an early night. Buggar. Now I need to get on with medieval history revision and generally stay conscious and all other good things like that.
Today, however, has had one very good aspect. Today, the house is officially ours - we got the documents in, so the place is officially ours! All we have to do now is sign the contract in the next couple of weeks, and then scrape together the cash for the deposit, but that isn't what I'm thinking about. Nope.
It will be nice having a place in which, say, workmen aren't working directly outside your window to the extent that I shut my curtains just to fold my laundry because I'm paranoid about my knickers. Or where we're not getting thrown out of our bathroom for three days for 'renovation work'.
Our bathroom is disgusting. I try my very best to keep it clean, but I honestly think all the fittings are at least twice as old as me. Apparently, we have been identified as needing a renovation, which is fair enough. What is not fair enough is them not telling us a. when it's happening (word up, Accommodation Services: 'Some time betwen 19th January and 2nd February' is not acceptable) and for throwing us out for three days.
Three days!
They've offered us alternative showering arrangements. This is also fair enough, but I'm not sure how it's going to happen, or where. Whilst I dream, hope, pray it means we can move into a DRA apartment for three days, I rather imagine we're just going to be foisted onto a neighbouring house and told to get one with it. I'm a little narked at the lack of warning, really. People in St Andrews, if I turn up bearing a towel, some shower gel and a Tescos bag, be warned that I am coming to take over your shower, but in return I will cook you a TASTY MEAL. It will be tasty. And healthy. And if you live in hall, well. I am the girl that once made a full curry with naan bread using only the power of two rather crappy hobs and a toaster. YOU SEE HOW AWESOME I AM. And how smelly I will be if I don't shower for three days? THINK OF THE SMELL.
I would trundle down to Cambridge for three days, but that's not really workable. I should probably show myself to be a Keen Worker at the Union, anyway, quite apart from anything else.
Ho hum. I'm too tired to get anymore revision done, but not quite tired enough to decamp into bed. I also can't abide any more reading. What to do, what to do...
