Wednesday: Of Rushing and Waiting

First thing in the morning and I am down at the Porter’s Office – so that I can report of complaint. They tell me that next time I should just call them. Now, there are two things wrong with that: we have no phone with a connection to the Porter’s Desk, and we don’t have their number. But other than that, it makes a hella lotta sense.

The majority of the day was spent working on the “Essay from Hell”.

In the evening, I quit on the essay at about 5, I spent the next half hour cleaning – not my job, but the flat is a tip because no one is cleaning what they said they would (the ‘Tip’ Britishism is thanks to Katie) and it was really bugging me.

At half five, I started the first round of dinners. I cooked supper for the flatmates. Sam, again, took his food into his room without speaking to the three cooks and I laughed at him for his petulance. After they were done, I clean the kitchen and started with the second supper. I was having the dinner with friends: Natalie, Jenny, Julia and Tadgh (pronounce it like the first syllable in “tiger”, Tig). Tadgh is Jenny’s flatmate and a really nice guy; he’s in Chemistry here (Uni of Aberdeen) and when he explained his project caused me to feel absolutely moronic.

Either way, I made dinner and Tadgh brought desert – homemade peanut butter cookies (I’m probably going to steal his recipe). Julia never showed, and none of us were able to get in contact with her. It seemed to go over well, so yay for that.

After my guests left, I wrote some more of my essay and spent a few hours online chatting with Christopher and Cathy D-K.