Yesterday's post was written before I blithely went out and spent the day happily wandering around Spitalfields market. Very crowded, very posh, but I finally had some chicken curry, which was BRILLIANT. Took me two cans of Coke to stop the burning though--the gentleman behind the counter couldn't believe I'd never had curry before. I only took enough for some food, which turned out to be a good thing, because then I didn't spend any money on useless shiny things.
However, when we got back to the dorm, I discovered that the power was out. Yesterday the hotwater was leaking onto the electrical box, so they had to turn the power off, but then they LEFT WITHOUT FIXING IT, leaving us with no electricity. When I left this morning at nine, there was still no power, still no water in our bathrooms and only cold in the kitchen. I had to go to another building to take a shower this morning--Raymont is connected to Edgecombe by a little hallway, but it was still a trek. Not to mention the room that was unoccupied was HUGE with this glorious ceiling and view of the garden. TAlk about salt on a wound. Anyway, things are looking up--now that the sun's out, I won't have to waste my candle on reading--no electricity means no danger of setting of the fire alarms so firecode was blithely ignored last night. Did I just use the word blithely twice in one post? I did. Anyway, spending large amounts of time at the library today, hoping they get it all sorted before I get back. Grrrr. It's very disruptive, having to dump a bucket of water down your toilet in order to flush it.
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Whoever wrote this can sod off. King George was one of the best kings England had, and if you're going to go on about oppression, then I suggest you move yourself to a low-income neighborhood and try and get your kids a decent education. Women's health...you want healthy? Burn your car.
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