Last Saturday, we saw the fireworks. They were the South African entry, I believe.
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"Huh?"

I looked up groggily from my pillow. "What time is it?"

I looked at the clock beside my bed. "Is it time for the fire drill?"

This is when I realised why the words "fire drill" went through my head. There was a fire alarum going off, or the upstairs neighbour had invested in a very loud clock.

I put on some clothes, some socks, and ( Read more... )

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I woke up to the smell of freshly roasted coffee this morning.

"That's odd," I thought to myself, "I don't drink coffee."

Then I had a more meaning discussion with myself as I brushed my teeth, "Self, there is also no-one around to make coffee. Timin doesn't have opposable thumbs."

I wandered into the kitchen and noticed it was pretty warm in ( Read more... )

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It's vaguely pleasant to wake up in the morning before the alarm clock. The sun comes in through the window, plays through the spider plant, and makes a nice pattern above my head. I've been sleeping on the double futon, which is rather comfortable, even if it is resting on the floor. Typically, Timin is there by my feet but he has learned to ( Read more... )

As I was cleaning up parts of the dining room, I found a plate full of melted wax. Julie was probably burning candles on it, and it took me forever to scrape it clean.

There was, however, a half-burnt candle that was left standing there. So I pried it out, and looked around for a place to put it. Up high on the shelf, I noticed my pyrex custard ( Read more... )

Canada Day weekend was quite busy.
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